I could have walked for miles today.
I could have walked and walked and walked, through the rain and the wind, and the sky of broken brollies.
I could have walked to the edge of a cliff and floated down to the beach below.
I could have swam across seas and clambered up mountains, and played the bagpipes in the village hall.
I could have thumbed fresh books amidst the shelves of the shops and slipped between their pages.
I could have stood in the froth of the waves and let my toes sink into sand.
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I could have walked and walked and walked today.
If my feet had not led me back home.