Moderation in Motion

I begin the morning on foot. Down the suburban street, across a tiny wooden bridge over a culvert and through a parting in the trees. It's where we walked last night, a short and winding path that leads to the wider rail-to-trail that runs between Baltimore and Annapolis. The spiders have been busy overnight and I brush the sticky webs off my arms.

Once on the main trail I hit my stride. I haven't walked to work since I lived in New York more than two decades ago. And I'm not really walking to work now. Only making my way to the commuter bus. But there is no car involved, and that means I start the day in a calm and ancient way. With movement and foot fall and time for thinking as I stroll.

The downed trees I see make me think of our recent storm, our erratic weather, of global warming and what we're losing with it, which is moderation. I ponder moderation for a minute, the peace it brings and the difficulty of achieving it these days. Walking is itself a moderating activity, isn't it? It's not the stop and go of vehicular locomotion but something that — because it's limited by blood and bone and muscle — keeps us true to ourselves. Walking, then, is moderation in motion. It's the temperate response to these extreme times.

What I used to see when I started the day on foot: the East Side glimpsed from the reservoir path.