This article (no longer available in full online without paying, dumb, dumb, dumb, but you could do the free trial, or find someone to share it with you) from Nicole Krauss is one of those things: it hits the nail right on the head for me, it is the essay on walking and writing and life that I’d thought about writing but would never have written this well; it’s also done in just such a way as to inspire admiration and "I must look into her fictions" instead of the other response, which is "damn, wish I’d written that." Tasty excerpt:
I like to walk to be alone with the world, not to be alone. In this way, walking is a lot like writing. Both writing and walking (as I know it) are fueled by a desire to put oneself in relation to others. Not in direct contact – some aloneness wishes to be preserved – but contact through the mediation of language or shared atmosphere of a city street.
Looking forward to the cool autumn weather.