There is no need to be afraid. It might be dark, it might be a deserted place, and there is a chance that some other outcasts are lurking around, but it is so peaceful and the lights of the city in the distance are rather pretty.

The wind that was rather agressive in the morning is much more friendly now, almost soothing, almost like making love. Each step I take has its own weight and I rather sense than see the people who walk towards me. None of us speaks a word. There are some bikers passing by, rarely with a headlight. Are we so certain about where we are going -- there are some huge bumps on the pavement and it is impossible to see who is coming or going. This bridge is the only place where I mustn't keep to the left. Any other places I am still confused and confusing people by swiftly moving to the left, then, realising what I am doing, going back and swiftly to the right. I know I am indecisive.

I walk all the way to the small peninsula and see the lights of a train from behind. A few days ago it scared me but now as I pass an opening in the fence I think 'how convenient', but stay on the right side of the left of the bridge and go all the way across the river, across the road, towards the bus stop, thinking if I should rather walk, or, in fact, if I should go anywhere at all, that I am not tired anymore, that it is all too convenient as the bus rolls in, three steps up, three stops home, if home is where I sleep.