the lake in the mountain

One day he decided to abandon the main alley in the park, the lifting of a greeting hat, the retirement cohort's flank, a huge insect that crawls, pretends not to hear the sand crawling beneath its numerous feet, and sucked nectar of acacia.
The first desertion was an exciting adventure, a little hide-and-seek game, but the excitement lasted until it was certain that nobody was looking for it. It had been out in the open, where new and unknown dangers might have stood. He could only hear the slightly disturbed noise of his own footsteps on another promenade beyond the border ... He studied the route, which offered little more than a few pebbles, and an obvious loneliness with which he still did not know what to do. He noticed that he was breathing unevenly and walking a little faster, with his shoulders on his shoulder - more hustle and impatience than a walk, but a sip of real life - an intoxicating confusion, panting insecurity, a chaotic present ...
He came back a little confused, but proud. It seemed to him that he had found a way out of the labyrinth. It flattered him and found himself beyond, seeing things quite differently. How did it just defuse that group security by including it in the rituals of a cautious and flattering sacrifice in front of the altar of fear that the younger believers call wisdom instead of a rumbling rumble in a column of two or a lullaby about the crap of fate - the dinosaur would be awakened and somebody in the ground ... No, he would no longer be hurrying in this process of conspirators in the name of the next day, the cult of the tomorrow's sun and the acacia air nectar. In this miserable sacrifice of the moment in the name of the next.
He lay down later than usual, pulled the blanket, and suddenly fell asleep.
Morning surprised him, mischievously scattering his light across the room. It took him a while to realize that this was the first real gift for years, and he was fascinated by the sincere surprise he met with. She hurried to put her hat back into the park again.
He did not feel necessary to reach even the yesterday's alley. Behind the first trees, he embraced a fragrant silence, which he expected a little more today ... He traveled the little lake a few times, but when he was forced to stand by the still water, he felt a disturbing feeling, and as he was hunched, he stood up and went on . From time to time he looked stealthily into the gaps between the trees, a little inward, towards the main driveway, where the familiar sandblasting came from ...
He managed to make only one more round, slow enough for him to enjoy it all before hiding in a shawl, surprised and guffed by this unexpected infidelity.
No one paid attention to his empty face until, lifting a reluctant greeting hat, he stepped on his flank, returning to his own after such a short absence that nobody had noticed.