Moreover, you must walk like a camel, which is said to be the only beast which ruminates when walking. When a traveller asked Wordsworth’s servant to show him her master’s study, she answered, “Here is his library, but his study is out of doors.”
- Henry David Thoreau in Walking
But Wordsworth didn’t live in a polluted city with acrid air and plants that seemingly come from botanical purgatory. 
In all seriousness, I can see the benefits of walking - though I still prefer cycling. That sense of speed when I want it appeals to me. In reality, the area around my place is quite the refresher - possessing what the National Parks Board terms a ‘park connector’ all the way to the East Coast beach - albeit only at night. Which is the only time a sane person would go out walking, anyway, what with the garish cancer-causing sun looming about until around seven or so.
Well, on Wednesday I took a walk around the Novena area for our photography club outing. I always thought that name was utter nonsense, until that day when I found out there was a Catholic church in the vicinity. Oh. I quick check on Wikipedia confirms my suspicions: the town was actually named after the church. Forgive my ignorance.
Anyways, the church was quite the serene enclave in the midst of all that traffic, with its open-air setting and a quaint garden. The very noticeable haze, though, permeated even this peaceful setting. This made it seem a little like a scene out of Silent Hill. There was also this statue of a saint which appeared, from some angles, quite creepy:
Thought-provoking, indeed.
But I can see how I would love the atmosphere there on a clear day. Can a Protestant seek to walk with God in a Catholic church?
