I find joy in the walk; and the hard, and me, and Dad™

The whole range of a person, found on foot. The walk is where it all shows up at once; joy in it, and the hard in it, and himself in it, and his father in it (John, still keeping pace; grief and company are the same stride). It is the answer to the trap of the polished version; you don't have to choose. Point to the tears; find the pain; and find the joy too. The cry is not only sorrow's receipt; sometimes it is joy's, and often it is both signed on the same line (the ache is the manuscript; the cry is the documentation). This house does not only show the wins and it does not only show the wounds; it shows the walk, where a man carries both and keeps moving. Kin: Swim to the Moon (the hard testing is the point), champagne dreams (Dad's voice on the road), dignity in suffering, find-the-joy-too. (His coin; machine's read, held with care; refine to his.)