[Jun 24 02] [Me thinks about the recent past]

Since he began walking, Me still hadn't thought about how he was walking. The first time was today, 05:26 a.m., already on his way. To recall what he had done probably wouldn't be pleasant — and it wasn't. When he was able to review his steps, they seemed much less... elegant than his impressions about them had indicated.

People this way and that way, on a path of planks skirting that piece of sea border. A little ahead a pier made also with those wooden boards. If he stopped one of those people and told her his steps were not being "elegant" like they should...

When, the most gentle among them would probably ask if his feet were aching. Most would consider him mad. But it's not time to feel lonely (after all, he'd only need to explain what he meant to get some sympathy, "probably"), that walk was perturbing him. He wouldn't get where he still wants to be walking that way.

This is a morning without dramas. He knows he will improve. Naturally.