What I like about walking is that you're free: no GPS, no machinery
The sidewalk is all you need
The sound of footsteps is a slow-dance against the backdrop of buildings on either side, lamp posts overhead passing audiences seated in cafe windows passing time
sure, walking is the slower, old-fashioned way to get there, but if you want to slow things down, this is how. Look how it reveals every crack in the sidewalk with which to measure each step. Look how it wraps the sounds of the city around you as a record around its player to where you hear the song beneath the static.
I wander in circles to arrive at my center, my soul-o the jazz of each step improvised over the plans that bridge today with tomorrow, burned in sunset orange - a sepia photograph we would have failed to take had we driven in and out of the skyline at rush hour, eyes locked on the road ahead, the day a blur in the rear view mirror
walking is a panoramic experience that motor vehicles can't replace
It's not so much an act of movement as it is of arriving at where you were all along.