Saturday, October 3, 2015

Joy of Walking: October 3, 2015

Road up to Firle Beacon from Southeast Halt.

Oh the joy of walking! I’ve never felt it so strong in me. . . . the trance like, swimming, flying through air; the current of sensations & ideas; & the slow, but fresh change of down, of road, of colour; all this churned up into a fine thin sheet of perfect calm happiness.

October 2, 1934
(D4 246)

1 comment:

  1. Oh yes, the joy of walking!
    I am a solitary walker, a fairweather walker, but sometimes out there on the country road I experience perfect heavenly contentment.