NaPoWriMo Prompt 13

Bimble

Sun glints, casting a glamour
Over a grimy old seaside town
I bimble, for I have time to spare.
Time to mentally prepare.
When does walking become a processional?
Is it when you have an act of worship in mind?
Like picnics in the park with Pan.
Or is it that ...
"All acts of love and pleasure are my rituals"
That ambling from the bus stop to the youth centre,
Seems like an act of devotion.