Today I realised I had lost my walk.
I was walking at the time. Baffled, I almost stopped.
When I was younger a friend used to joke I had the Newman walk. To his mind all those who went to Cardinal Newman School came out with a distinctive walk. I had it, my brother had it, my friend's ex-girlfriend and another friend's niece and nephew all had it. A fast-stride high bounce walk. Bobbing while striding. Purposeful.
These days I amble; slow, flat, no pace or drive. Comfortable but not powerful.
'I've lost my walk' I was thinking as I walked along by the level just now, 'Should I try and find it?' And as I was thinking these thoughts on came a song on the radio: Here Comes the Hotstepper.
I enjoyed that walk, but I shall wait and see what the future holds for me walk-wise.