The pavement fascinated him. How good and easy it would be to sit on that pavement. You’d start by squatting, and your stiff knee-joints would pop like toy air-pistols. Then you’d put bracing hands back on the cool, pebbled surface and snuggle your buttocks down, you’d feel the screaming pressure of your one hundred and sixty pounds leave your feet… and then to lie down, just fall backward and lie there, spread-eagled, feeling your tired spine stretch… looking up at the encircling trees and the majestic wheel of the stars…
