Rhythm of the Amble

Lately I've been running as much as walking. This may be good for my physical well-being but I'm missing the measured thought that comes with slower foot fall.

I've written about this before, but it's worth more rumination. My theory has been that running requires enough effort that there is little left for anything else.

But the other day, on an especially soothing woods walk, another possibility presented itself: It's the rhythm of the amble — left, right, left, right — allowing each step its own percussive moment. It's trance-inducing after a while. And very conducive to cogitation.

Then again, it may have been the autumn color and the deepening dusk that worked its magic.