Walking for pleasure

I love to walk.

This morning I walked 5 1/2 km around Vancouver's West End.  I didn't have a destination in mind.  I didn't buy anything.  I didn't talk to anyone.  I didn't ponder world problems, or even problems on a more appropriate scale.  I just looked and watched and enjoyed the walk. 

I find walking to be ... meditative ... I guess. 

Maybe it's learned behaviour or genetics.  See, when I was a kid, my dad would often go for a walk after dinner, by himself.  Sometimes ... sometimes ... I went with him. 

I don't think he ever had a particular destination in mind either, and I don't remember that we even talked.  We just walked.  A long way.  And at his speed. 

I wondered then if he was pondering some weighty matter. 

Now I wonder if Dad just enjoyed the walk.