Bounding Feet

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.