I would walk.
Walk as far and as fast as I could hoping that somehow I could bring or hold onto the memories of the wind on my skin, the breeze in my hair, the leaves under my boots, the wool of my coat, the chill in the distance, the people and their faces, the dogs and their barking but mostly the reason to walk fast would be to speed up my heard so I could feel it everywhere.
Then hope I remember how that felt, then I'd have a smoke and chill until times up. 