He walked briskly, as if he had somewhere to be, he was late to work or meeting somebody important. Truth be told, he didn’t know where he was going, but he thought the faster he walked; the faster he’d end up somewhere, anywhere.
He wanted to keep his eyes on the ground, because if he looked skywards he would get distracted by the beautiful day and would forget. It was sometimes a blessing, but sometimes a curse how easily he could find beauty in things. No, he was on a misson; even if that mission was currently unknown to him.
Soon he was walking so fast it seemed his legs had a life of their own; as if his body and his legs were disjointed, separate beings with separate ideas and direction. His thoughts were slowly catching up with him though; and a combination of the dewy November air and the speed at which he maintained; he felt himself becoming breathless. He sighed and thought; ‘No matter how hard you try to run away, if the thing you run away from is yourself; it only results in running in circles – like a dog chasing its tail. When you run away from yourself, it follows you; like your shadow. Sooner or later, you have to stop, gather yourself and walk away – back to where you came from. ‘