First published in the book: 'Self contained' and also included in the 2025 omnibus 'Butterfly Mind'.
Oh, come now - since life is full of care and the woodland path is wanting wear; and the trees of spring must needs be seen as winter’s grey is sprayed with green. Van dyke said: ‘walk a mile with me’, but let us go further and then we’ll see how the foot is connected to the jaw and tongue and the track can move the lip and lung. We’ll tread pleasantries and leave them behind. As amble turns ramble, we’ll clear out our mind of piffle and fluff - chit-chat and chatter - and at last get to speaking of the things that matter. Gasping with effort, we’ll listen to the other; clarify our reasons and, when home, discover - though the debate and the way were difficult and rough - we’ll agree we have not yet walked quite enough.
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