escapist

 It is cold and yet the jacket is too warm. The river's surface is roughened with the wind, countless ripples formed by the wind on the uneven surface. There is little water in the river, it is a dry winter. The ducks and the swans are all swimming about with their heads underwater gathering whatever they like to eat from the river bottom.

Walk up along the river bank, then after six kilometers take a path through the forest. There are young people running here, almost always singly, keeping up high speeds. Maybe they are members of some athletic club or team, keeping themselves fit and keeping up their stamina. Cross the flood channel, there is a young man with a small vehicle and a very large kite racing on the cropped grass of the canal. He is tacking back and forth, sometimes going very fast indeed.

Follow a path along another small canal until this joins the river just before town. 

Then visit a restaurant, eat a bruscetta and have a cup of coffee. 

And then go home, to the bitter tensions there. Something will have to be done, just taking long escapist walks is not a solution.