Walking was my most beloved way of waking, to stride out each dawn bare soled upon the beach jetty.
Soles moving upon such solid ground, the walkers made bold progress.
With bare soles upon the walkway, they came as their vulnerable selves.
The walkers come as if they were connected to the earth my soul-gravity, as if their heartsong had woven them to the ground.
There came the walkers, embracing the elements as well remembered friends from days of yore.
They were walkers of the velvet night, they were lovers of the light and each floral blossom. Those well travelled soles were born to embrace each onward path and seek horizons others dare not gaze upon.