You could use a walk in the moonlight to add a little romance.

Notice all of our rovers and all of our landers have gone to the northern hemisphere.

Down the street, down the street

And he walks with me

and walk through the grass. Huh?

likewalkingundertheclouds

As I was lumbering' down the street

I like to walk in the rain.

Having a stroll with the major?

God wanders among trees.

I don't mind walking in the rain.

Tom isn't accustomed to walking barefooted.

It turns out there's an enormous amount of information already available on that subject, which is the Mars rover problem.

I walked underneath it for the first time.

Tom isn't accustomed to walking barefooted.

May i stroll with you?

We're stowing all loose gear, ready for the E.V.A.

It's like walking on clouds. Who's idea is this?

While the moon drifts in the skies

I have often walked Down this street before

I like to walk in the rain. I do to.

Striding through the woods, picking up his kill.

Hand in hand, we'll mosey

You have plenty of time in the other E.V.A.s for experiments.

What makes you ramble on like that Mama?

Jupiter 16, this is Cape Comm. Start your E.V.A. When ready.

The democratization of society is a long and gradual process.

I walked down these same corridors, walking for days, for months, for years, in search of you.

A then I strolled by the lake and sat listening to the water.

We once saw Alexei Tolstoy walking in the woods.

My readers go crazy for romance.

I didn't need the crutch anymore, I was walking on air.

Now, if you two want to stroll down lover's lane holding hands you can do it someplace else, because this is my room.

Love is not about sighs on a park bench, nor a stroll in the moonlight.

Just think, Liebchen... tomorrow night, we'll be strolling hand in hand... across Red Square.

We were walking in the woods and you stopped and held my belt...

He wandered the grounds and the ruins of the old castle, talking to rangers, gardeners and sometimes the artists at work on his book's illustrations.

How beautiful it is to lose ourselves in these little streets on the island.

I lie awake. I think thoughts. I walk aimlessly.

As I wandered along the crooked streets, there wasn't a soul to be seen.

Stroll on the edge of the sky, and there's no sight of it.

The apathy that had crippled her in hospital yields to long walks fishing trips, cooking, letter writing and other diversions.

Hawaii, we expect to start E.V.A. over your station on this pass.

Lengthened shadows,

Lengthened shadows,