You walk  because the road is too beautiful to shut onself up in a car or in a train, because the landscape deserves to  be breathed, not observed from a window.

If only you knew where you are going and when you might  arrive there, the way would be easier.  But you ignore the destinations and the distances, using the path like a map and yourself  like the point of arrival .

You walked other times, in town, but your suitcase continued  to open and  to drop dots. Perhaps you were not walking in the right place, perhaps it was a foggy day and you kept tripping.