it is wonderful.
suddenly you are off the road and on a path dwarfed by trees seeing hills up ahead and hearing the wind whipping everything out of audibility and there are dogs and a blind woman and kids with a ball and two old men in anoraks and you are peeling off both your jumpers just down to your t-shirt and the sun is dusting you all over like an icing sugar shaker and you are licking your lip and tasting salt and the faint trace of coffee and you notice that you can't hear traffic you can't hear a thing just the wind and then you're lying in the grass looking up into the branches and feeling like it's gonna be alright.
and then you walk home.
