I think as adults we lose track of the joy of the journey.  I remember when my kids were smaller there was no such thing as a direct route or hurrying.  They would sometimes walk.  More frequently they would run, skip, twirl, dance.  They could have put the ‘Ministry of Silly Walks’ to shame.  There were frequent stops to See things.  Sewers were fascinating.  Sticks, dead things, water, cracks, growing things, stones were all reasons to stop and look.  I would like to say that I could be in the moment and appreciate their inability to travel in a straight line and appreciation of the beauty of the every day.  Sometimes, yes;  more often than not, no.  For my kids the journey was just as important as where we were going, and I tended to focus on getting to our destination.  Now they are getting older their movements aren’t as erratic and there seem to be fewer fascinating things to stop for.  I, in turn, have started to try to become more aware of the beauty of the things we pass and the joy in moving in uncommon ways.  

One of my favourite winter activities is ice shelf stomping.  Ice shelves come into existence when there has been a bit of a thaw and the run off carves a gap between the edges of the snow piles and the ground, then the temperature drops again and the snow gets icy.  If you stomp on these little icy overhangs there will be a very satisfying pock, crash, or crunch sound (different sounds for different thicknesses and densities, so exciting) sometimes accompanied by a splash.  I will mention that traveling along stomping on ice shelves, I did see someone cross the road as to not be on the same side as me.  Whether that person was shy or worried about my particular brand of crazy, I don’t know.  I do know my walk to the grocery store was a whole lot more fun.