k-no(w)stress

i was leaving the city, walking slowly but stubbornly to the nearest beach. It was only some 50 miles away. I walked and walked when it was night, and when the sun rose, i hid fearing the sun would burn through my almost transparent skin. At night i returned to the road knowing i was close enough. the sea rose, the beach lay in the moonlight. i had a couple of drinks before i laid down beside my horse. they said the beach would cure him from his stress, i guess now we'll see about that.