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Posted by Dominic Tue, 06 Nov 2007 02:26:00 GMT
There he walks, the little child, plodding along.
One step, hundred steps, a thousand steps.
Plodding, on and on, neverending.
Where is he going?
. . .
As I look around me, all I see is concrete, dried grass and dead leaves.
All around me is death and destruction. Void of any life.
Then, at last - sign of life!
Shades of green, shades of white.
… It was a potted plant.
Posted by Dominic Wed, 26 Sep 2007 18:22:00 GMT
From my apartment and to the Sam’s Club entrance off Great Hills Trail, the sidewalk is split into concrete sections.
These sections are 1, 2, 3, 4, 6 or 8 strides long.
I don’t know what that translates to in terms of meters or feet - but it works well enough for me.
I prefer the even-stride ones, because I can start each new section with the same foot. This brings order to the chaos of the universe, somehow.
And that is good.
