One more step ...
My left foot shakes more than I want. Toes touchdown first, solidly placing my heel, my right foot swinging out from behind, swinging too wide and I tilt forward, my arms flying high above my head. Foot slams down. Left thrown out. It's all a rush. Half my foot is off. Knees bend. Right foot out again. Down.
And miss.
Toes in mud, sinews of grass and flakes of barks mushing underfoot. I sit down heavily; not in anger or disappointment, but content. The mandatory condition to forget everything and simply try to walk attracts me.
I've bought a slackline.