An artifact fell from my journal to the floor, a memory hyperlinked my past and future.

Two snapshots on walking and writing and why both have changed my world.

Snapshot one. My Malaysian runway.

Years ago, living in Malaysia, I walked a stretch of road nearly every morning and night. I called it my runway. A place to pray, think, exercise.

I worked out many a problem, hatched a thousand ideas. Walked miles with friends in conversation. If I had a smartwatch at the time, I wager the steps recorded on the stretch …