The thought of walking down the same lone line of possibility has come across more than once.

Where? What would the temperature be like? Would my thoughts and nerves combined create

a haven of loss and worries? 

Today's is to get something to eat. Not a word spoken just a walk to get something to eat.

Cold tempearatures and a saturated wet air, coat with the hooded fur clothe me. Card in my pocket.

I just want something to eat. There's a car, but the keys are not in my possession. Trudge the walk or make a suggestion? 

The suggestion of hunger is better than a lone walk in solitutde and thought.