I love going on a walk all by myself for some reason. I absolutely enjoy this privilege almost every day. Here is my favorite poem by Robert Bly that describes a solitary walk in beautiful words.
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-
and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
“A Walk” by Rainer Maria Rilke Translated by Robert Bly.