He was walking the expanse of an open field and noticed his arms swinging back and forth as though on parade.  He had finally found an open field that hadn’t been manicured into a park and still he sensed himself being glared at from the grandstands.  He was in the openness of higher elevations before he felt himself able to be on a private walk.  He knew he was getting to an age where he couldn’t so easily get himself this far out.  He’d either have to move out to the hills and mountains or simply accept that change had set in.  If he wanted to continue on with private walks, he’d have to adopt and adapt.  Technology was making his perennial efforts to meld inner-space with outer-space so much easier by creating yet another space.  It was time for him to now learn how to be out on private walks in cyber-space.