Then it was I took to running away from home.

I went out in the twilight and walked for hours, my blind feet leading me.

I did not care where I went.

If I lost my way, so much the better; I never wanted to see Dover Street again.
But behold, as I left the crowds behind, and the broader avenues were spanned by the open sky, my grievances melted away, and I fell to dreaming of things that neither hurt nor pleased.

A fringe of trees against the sunset became suddenly the symbol of the whole world, and I stood and gazed and asked questions of it.