The day the ground beneath my feet stop fascinating me will be the day when I know I've lost - lost what? you ask. Lost wonder. Lost hope. Lost admiration. Lost all hope of growth. So many people pace up and down these city streets, always lost in their thoughts or the meeting they're running late for. Their shoes pound these pavements relentlessly. All paths start at A and end at B. There's just no wandering aimlessly. So let's turn away. Take my hand. Let them swing gently between us two. Focus on our feet and the ground beneath. As soon as you lose track of time and stop caring that you have, then you'll know. Yes, you'll know. Trust me. Getting lost is easy. Write to me. Tell me where your feet have taken you.