Out for a walk

Strolling on the beach this morning, I found myself lost in thought. My intention was to take a long power walk. Rather than hoofing it, I found myself traipsing along, my gait and pace frequently changing. Tiptoeing, lurching, prancing, limping, marching, trotting. On-lookers treaded lightly as they passed by, often quickening their strides. I paid no attention and continued moseying along. What was I thinking about, you ask? Simply a mere fascination about the English language, and the over sixty terms in our vocabulary that describes something as basic as walking. Proud of my accomplishment, I continued my parade, strutting with a swagger and a smile.