She had forgotten that activity could feel good. The day had been bright for winter and the cold air had awoken a purpose in her.
But as she neared the end of her journey homewards, she began to feel an ache in her legs. She felt slow and tired like one of the old ladies creeping around the base of the tower when the wind ran along the plain.
The ache spread, and the stillness of the streets echoed her taut breathing; louder and louder until it was the only sound caught in her hood.