Originally Posted by AntiHero
Without any real purpose, we relaxed into momentary 'passivity', turning down alleys, riding 'lost', absorbing the lights, the sounds, the night air. We had an indifference to purpose. A moment before we were somewhere else and in a moment, somewhere after, but the 'now' was all that really mattered.
All of my favourite walk/ride/drive memories have involved such journeying for nothing but the sake of the experience itself.