@francis_sanzaro has run in the Rocky Mountains while fasting, climbed frozen waterfalls, and bobbed face up, in the middle of lakes, in the middle of the night. Yet it wasn't until he started walking around his own, “unremarkable” neighborhood, that his senses — once atrophied — came to life, along with the world around him, he writes. “My strolls taught me that walking truly is a discipline and an art. The discipline of removing assumption — thinking that something is going to be beautiful does as much damage to a place as thinking it will be ugly,” Francis says. “It is an art of attention. There was no satori, or breakthrough moment. I had the kind of experience young lovers do when, after hanging out every day for two months, it finally occurs to them they’re in love. They smile, but they can’t remember the precise moment their love began.” 🎨 @spagoosi #nytopinion