to walk in my flip flop is to know me...

Didn't intend
to walk as far as I did.

I was wearing my
flip flops...
not made for
long distant walking...
but I just
couldn't stop
walking.

The weather is perfect today.

There is something
hypnotizing about the
flip
flop
sound
of flip flops.

Each flip I remembered.
Each flop came an image.

I've flipped in this flops
on the streets of
Hollywood, California
and the back trails of
Buffalo, New York.

Today
I walked a new trail
near the banks of the Leon river.

Eventually
these flip flops will
wear out....
I suppose the flip flop sound will grow fainter
and I will know it's time.

But until then
there are a few more places
yet to walk.

As the saying goes...
to walk in my flip flops
is to know me...
and to
know
where I have gone.