Haven’t done it in a while and almost forgot why I love it. Isolation, strolling down the street with nothing but your own thoughts as entertainment. Away, pointless, yet having a purpose and a meaning. The well-deserved break from everything. Just the street and its glossy cobblestone reflecting random patterns of light.

And there she was, standing in the middle of the road. Warm and pale, my good old friend was greeting me with a gentle wave. And then I could sense it. The heat, the time, the place, the crowd, the tiny droplets which framed the view, all real, all here, all now. All as it should be. For a second there, I stopped walking through a dream. No more slides flipping behind the misty glass. Reality became mine and I could touch it.