3/9
Directly from the Palm, on my way home ...
Transit, movement, speed. The world is beautiful at night. A cool wind is blowing, lights are orange and leaves are rustling in the wind. Have stopped mid-transit, just like you never do in life. Standing at 01:40 on a bicycle road, hearing the wind in the trees and cars passing by nearby. But here I'm alone, the world is mine to take in. A hedgehog walks by, not three meters away. Another lonely night-biker just passed, wonder what he thought about my appearance. Must look like I'm taking notes on the houses on the other side of the street, planning a burglary or something. Perhaps I should move before I worry someone :-) ...
Ever realized the beauty of streetlights shining on sleeping roads and houses? It's there, just look ... On a windy bridge next to a main road and an industrial area in the middle of the night, am I wierd somehow? Alone, cold and feeling strangely fine ...
Back home now, keeping the feeling ... Want music and the sounds of reality at the same time, choosing wind in the trees outside before digital hi-fi. Someone's using the sink in the bathroom, hope the person doesn't come here, want to stay alone in my little bubble of night, wind and streetlights ... Nothing followed the sounds, good.
[Long meditative break]
Don't feel like writing about the rest of yesterday, don't want to lose the present now that I've caught it ...
