I enjoy taking long walks in novel locations, but what I enjoy even more is my daily walk, which is pretty much the same every day. Or rather always as never before. You cannot step in the same river twice, and the daily walk will always be slightly different even if the route is the same; weather, mood, light, and seasons will change. A good time for thinking, a meditation. So much of life is waves, repetition, routines. It’s all good, as long as joy is part of it. Like a child who laughs 20 times in a row when playing peek-a-boo, or as Prince sang, ‘The song’s a year long and had been playing for months when he walked into the place,’ and where the singer in the song only repeats ‘Love me’ infinitely.