Kat was walking joyously. She was even joyous about being joyous. “It makes a change from inner doomheart,” she told herself. Perhaps today her hair was dark brown instead of black and forcing her towards happiness? She had no idea why she was happy or why she was walking. She just was. She had caught a bus and got off at an interesting street and simply walked.
The interesting street turned out to be a Canberra loop street. It had another loop street attached to it, so she walked that too. It was a bit of a slog, but the mystery of the curve reaching up before it faded was too tempting. What was more, a dream of people clustered at that curve. Misty figures and a whisper of talk. Where the street faded, so did the people.
“Misty,” she said. “They’re misty.” When she had walked the full
