Walking the same path

Walking the same path, backwards and forwards, again and again, day after day, in doing this one gets to know the path. It doesn’t matter where it is: a city street full of cars and businesses, a suburban wasteland of scraps of grass and rough dirt, wherever we walk we build up a pattern of that place within us, and it becomes familiar. The distance recedes, becoming shorter the more we know it; walking somewhere unknown, things always seem longer.

I’ve just moved house, you see, and am finding it fascinating, this learning of a new path to town. After just a few times, it’s solidifying in me, and the shapes of the trees that I pass are becoming known.