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.
Radhika Bauerle Radhika Puranam 