So, I dressed at first light and walked to the Wall. I hadn't attempted it in the dark. I turned the wrong way out of the hotel. The early morning air was cool, almost chilly. It held the smell of exhaust fumes from passing cars and coffee from the vending trailers.
Cities are so loud.
No bird sounds. Strange how, after all the planning and traveling over 1,000 miles, I wanted at that moment to run away. I almost did. For a few minutes I heard nothing, smelled nothing, felt nothing, as I watched myself walk down that path to find Bill's name. At first, I couldn't find it.