about four o'clock
By evening , perhaps , it would have reached its goal . Quiet as ever . I get up and move on , sit down and get up again . It is about four o'clock ; about six I can start for home , and see if I happen to meet anyone . Two hours to wait ; a little restless already , I brush the dust and heather from my clothes . I know the places I pass by , trees and stones stand there as before in their solitude ; the leaves rustle underfoot as I walk . The monotonous breathing and the familiar trees and stones mean much to me ; I am filled with a strange thankfulness ; everything seems well disposed towards me , mingles with my being ; I love it all .