Walking through the world I can see the little details. The rain falling from the sky, the single raindrops, the light refracting through the water. It’s beautiful. If I keep walking, I’ll get there in the end. I’ll make it. I would become a legend within my people. I will be the one person that will have made it over the hill. I love the idea of it. I keep walking down the same tarmac road. Keep walking in my old battered shoes. I will be the first.