As of now, it's time to switch off, put one foot behind the other and move forward... slowly.
It's responding to an ancestral impulse, a nomadic drive encoded at the dawn of humanity, an excitement as mysterious as it is magical
To walk at a slow pace is to devour with your gaze until your eyes overflow with emotion.

It's about stopping here and there to observe the details that the movement doesn't allow us to pin down
It's forgetting yourself and becoming an unconscious particle in the unreachable vastness of the cosmos. Or getting out of yourself and confronting your own existence and its multiple dilemmas.

Or take the opportunity to think in a free, calm and airy way, letting your thoughts flow freely and unimpeded. And then organise them in a coherent and meaningful way, which is rarely possible when you're under pressure, stress and the demands of everyday life.

To walk like this is to discipline our predisposition to conversation. So that the multiplicity of nature's sounds stand out and interact with us. It's about keeping your sense of smell awake and inundating yourself with smells and aromas that you're not normally exposed to. It's touching stones, bushes and tree trunks. It's feeling like a feather floating in the lightness of the air.

Walking like this with no hurry to arrive can be an experience of ecstasy or transcendence. Or just a gentle breeze of happiness. Whatever it is, it's certainly an essential therapy for those who are daily subjected to the frenetic environment of contemporary cities.