In his 20’s he walked his baby every morning until she grew old.
In his 40’s he walked his dog every morning until his dog was no longer there.
In his 60’s he walked his cup of coffee every single morning until coffee started hurting his stomach.
He loves his morning walks, just because he gets to walk inside the morning light and fog. to feel the sun rays breaking through the towering trees and warm his wrinkles, it was his greatest pleasure. the smell of fresh starts and the movement of people rushing to work gave him strength like no other.
So now in his 70’s he walks all he has got left, a heart that lived fully.
