Today I walked with the dog a lot. In the morning just a small walk of half an hour. Gave Binkie the chance to relieve himself. Then before noon we walked to Havelte and back. A little D-tour for the fun of it. I did some shopping In Havelte and Binkie is learning to follow me closely when he’s on the leash. All in all some ten kilometers it was and we had a lot of fun.
Then just after dinner Binkie and I went for another walk. Nature and Binkie conspired together to seduce me to a much larger round than I originally had in mind. We just roamed the fields and woods and I came in places I have not been before. It was not really all that much of a walk. Some six kilometers. What was grand about it, was the walk itself.
Somewhere in the walk I realized that there were no footprints in the dry sand. Nowhere. I was sure I had walked there the day before. And because it is a holiday in the Netherlands, many people walked there the last 24 hours. No footprints. There were not even all that many other tracks either. Not from horses or bikes or cars or even
No traces of anything. The wind had blown the heavier and the lighter sand into any tracks there might have been previously. Looking around me I realized that time only existed on clocks. Not where I was, not in the moment I was. All along the walk there had just been me, Binkie, nature and the interaction between us through walking. Time had nothing to do with this.
And I smiled as I moved on. The area is so dry after weeks without sufficient rain and now days with strong and dry winds. Walking on wooden shoes it was more slip sliding and skiing than actually walking some times as they slide easily over the dry leaves, pine needles and wood on the path.
As I safely reached the other end of the peat bog and turned around, again there was not a trace I left. The wet and spongy peat had just carried me and as I lifted each foot step after step, retook its shape as if nothing had touched it.
The only thing that could prove something odd had just happened, were my wet wooden shoes in the otherwise arid surroundings. And again time proved non-existent during the whole of the experience. Time had nothing to do with it. Time has nothing to do with me.