But it's lovely walking because the air is so warm, the sun so soft, the neighborhood so calm.
It's noisy walking, for the cacophony of cicadas and crickets and locusts seem to be reaching a pre-frost crescendo.
But it's lovely walking, for I hear music faintly from the high school, and birdsong everywhere, and children playing somewhere.
It's necessary walking, for I've sat in a cubicle all day and feel stiff and stuffy.
It's lovely walking, for finally I can see the sky and feel the breeze and clear my head.
So I did it twice.