An Imaginary Walk

A man, dressed immaculately, navigated the perimeter circular path of the city park with such precision as to make sure his every footstep was equal and measured.

Keeping his eyes fixed steadfastly ahead, he remained directly alongside the elaborately scrolled wrought iron fence as though his life depended upon it.

All around a cacophonous squawking could be heard from the crows feeding in large mob-like hordes. A light westerly breeze bought wafts of pungent air, from the nearby factory, flickering across his face. He didn’t wince at the acrid taste and smell left in his mouth and nostrils.

In the near distance, young families, old couples and friends meandered amiably – criss-crossing the inner paths of the park – chattering in constant competition with the birds.

As the man continued round and round back to where he began - a faint shadow could be seen moving aimlessly around the central circular path in the opposite direction.

Their paths never crossed.