Every second I float encumbered by my luggage like a leaf down a muddy delta of tiny streams of possibility opening into each other with the flood at my back.

When a stream is taken because the water is deep and flows fastest there all the other possibilities become irrelevant as I am washed on towards the next parting and joining of the streams with no idea of its existence or of which possibility I will find myself taking.

And all the time with no idea how far it is to the deep blue ocean or whether the tide is coming in or out.

Don’t mention the seagulls, the wading birds or the fish. Step carefully at the confluence…