Our minds have a tendency to wander. To duck and feint and keep us at a slight remove from the moment at hand.
Bracketing has turned all my experiences, remembered and present, into a gallery of miracles where I wander around dazzled by the beauty of events I cannot explain.
I still like to go to record stores, I like to just wander around and I'll buy whatever catches my attention.
We are so much the victims of abstraction that with the Earth in flames we can barely rouse ourselves to wander across the room and look at the thermostat.
When I'm old I shall give up writing the big stuff and shall wander round the park thinking of songs.
There's no assigned seats in the House. I spent the first couple months just getting to know my Congress. So I kind of wander around.
I wander around, get the lay of the land and try to imagine what kind of people would have lived there in that historical period. What would they eat? What kind of clothing would they wear? How did they shelter themselves? How did they get around?
I can be a bit nerdy so I need a good, clearly marked map, as you can miss out on some of the coolest places in Amsterdam if you don't have a wander down the little side streets.