::a walk-it man::

there is this man. i saw him this afternoon. sometimes, i see him in the morning on my way to work. he is ever walking, walking, walking. he wears a tight, shiny, athletic purple shirt and shiny, black biker shorts. he carries a 1/2 gallon carton of sparkletts in his right hand. his backpack is a permanent fixture on his shoulders.

and, i wonder of him, as i do of myself: where is he going?