There are times when I walk alone along a long path at night, and things get really boring. In fact, it is a terrible drudge to move slowly along the pavement. Being used to the speed of four wheels really does little to one's time perception when walking home. Of course, a comparable (though not equivalent) mode of transport would be on four paws.
Sometimes it just feels strange, yanou. Walking along and feeling like running, but on fours instead of on two legs. Now, that wouldn't make sense, since that would be awkward given one's anatomy. Then again, the flights of fancy do not necessarily have to make sense. Probably results of a bored mind on long boring solo trips. Ah, the joys of having a camera as a companion.
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