(Watching that walk lose its rhythm is a joy).
Let's remember, we're the same people that run until we can't walk, lose toenails, get bloody nipples (well, some of us), take baths in ice, power through painful cramps, and are pounding the pavement in the wee hours of the morning while the rest of the world sleeps.
DISTURB not the woman called Alice in the late afternoon who walks, lost in concentration, in Bryant Park, with the odd slips of paper clutched between her fingers.
There are no photographs chronicling the first time you crawled, walked, lost a tooth, went to school.
I retreated into a chrysalis of healing: quiet but intense talk with family and friends, savoring N.F.L. games, taking long walks, losing myself in Ennio Morricone's soundtracks to spaghetti westerns.
"You spend a lot of time buying your ticket, searching your way, looking for your preferred works, walking, losing your way, drinking a coffee, looking at other visitors, taking photos and so on".
Without looking back I put down my empty vodka glass, avoided the PR people and kept walking, walking… and walking, losing myself in a perfectly timed crowd of people going past.
He finally couldn't walk and lost the leg.
He vomited, struggled to walk and lost 15 pounds in less than a week.
After the operation, Cristine could not speak or walk, and lost all movement on her right side.
