Step 1. Dissociate.

Ready?

It was raining this morning but the sky has become less opaque since lunch and why not take a walk. Certainly the sun will break through. You hesitate at the T-crossing where you always turn left. A right today? No. You stop into the bakery where you always stop and buy bread because. You have a general idea of going towards the water also because. It is still early enough that none of the shops have closed but also late enough that the few people still on the cobblestone do not smile at each other. You don't know what time it is. Maybe they just know something you don't. There is a market ahead and you notice passively that your pace has quickened slightly since when you left the apartment. Through the market and under the vendor awnings your bread is gone and the water is in view again your pace leans forward. You are walking faster because it is colder than you expected because you can't recall when you finished the bread or if you fed it to the birds because the water entices you. You don't know why you are walking so fast as this and realize that it isn't all that fast given the context and so resolve to let yourself walk at the pace which seems to suit your feet. The water is on your side now and leaves wet under your steps. It must have been raining of course you were walking fast to get out of the rain. There is nowhere now that you ought to be going. You will relocate soon or search a new job. The new year will come soon and everything will change. The signs have stopped making sense pointing to the place that you started in the direction that you're going. You have been walking straight forward. Haven't you? The air is getting wet just a little at a time but it seems quickly. Your vision misted through the specs. There is a roofed gazebo but as the rain comes thicker your legs push further faster. You smile without knowing why but this feels good. Under the wet leaves under your feet is sand and above are the trees on either side as if on purpose shedding from windshook branches. It occurs to you at once that this is beautiful and myopic and vertigo. There is no turn or gate in the distance to mark a natural or artificial terminus. Walking faster. The wind against your wet face is stunning and you wipe above your lip with your wet hand. You will walk by the water tomorrow and also the rest of the days. You will do only this. You stop to break a two-pronged stick with a kick and hurt your foot while a runner pants mouth open past you. A dog muddied and head wagging with a ball in his mouth deflated shakes wet on you. It is not raining now but it was.