Epic Walks

One of the things that I loved to do with you, little sweetheart, was going for long walks together.

We used to do that here in New York and I remember a couple of fine ones all the way to the windmill in Golden Gate Park, starting out from your apartment in the Inner Sunset.

The first day or two of our trip to Ireland with Kris & Joy, I remember you getting restless because we were going everywhere in the rental car. The scenery was spectacular along the Cork/Kerry border and we made some lovely stops along the way but it wasn’t what you wanted. The next morning we got up and went for a long walk to Doneen pier. And the next day an even longer one to the lighthouse the end of the peninsula. It made things so much better. It was the way you liked them.

Now, when I am feeling the bluest, going for one of those kind of walks, just hours long and wandering north along the river, through the park, looping back so late the light begins to go, I feel better, somehow. I think it centers me and helps me find you.

Find me again, won’t you, little sweetheart? Find me over and over until I can be with you forever and always. With all my love.