At the horizon there is water and sky, and the trees in-between keep them together.

Friday January 23^rd 2009: I got up fairly early (I won’t mention time here, for me time is relative). I made myself breakfast, did some work on my computer and started more and more feeling my legs. Ohh God, yes I for sure felt my legs after yesterday’s walk. Rain and again rain, it was raining and the showers passing like in relay were very intense. Oh yes, where did I put that box of excuses labeled “Not going out today at all?”

“Groan.”

“Did I hear a groan, from where?” I asked myself stupidly, knowing it was me groaning from the start.

Denial: that I have been dealing with before and it almost killed me in the end, so never again. I was going out and when I dressed, like preparing for the worse, yet another heavy shower was hammering the windows and the road outside filled up with water, that same water that two days ago had made me so happy. So, no more excuses, this was war, and I was going out, damn it!

Shoes on, the rain stopped and when I came out from my apartment the sun was breaking through? I look around for more fat dark clouds coming in, but there was none in sight. The street was still wet with water floating in all directions, but I ignore that and fast I took myself to the long winding stairs down to the coach station to catch the bus. I made it and soon I found myself back at the starting point for my walk back to town again. The sun was shining, I just couldn’t believe it. Everything had changed during that short bus trip for about 10-15 minutes. My legs hurt, but I didn’t care and soon I was out on my path again.

On the path there were of course puddles, but not that much though. Rain and water never lasted long on these steep slopes, so there was no problem for me to walk and stroll along as usually. The sun increased in intensity and good for me, I had it coming in from the back, lighting everything up like in a theatre just before the show is about to start. During this show, there was a lot that caught my eye and attention. I felt home, but not at home like when everything is as usual. I felt home with myself discovering things.

I met Mr. Stone from yesterday, but now laying on the side, put away, so people could pass more easily I presume. I looked around, no people in sight and quick I put Mr. Stone up right again in the middle of the path as before. We chatted for a while in a friendly pleasant tone and I’m sure now that he likes me. Not far farther away I sensed the elements water and sky more intense, but there was so much more in-between. I took a picture of a pine tree I felt represents that moment best when walking the path.

Trees are strange, they manifest so many things and they convey a lot of emotions. They definitely are in-between, being stuck in the ground and with their branches they grab and keep the sky close. I wonder “Is it trees that make the sky stay?” This devastation of forest lands, do we really understand what we are doing? If these in-betweens disappear, then, most likely, elements will float apart and never will they find their way back to each other again. Sad thoughts, but seeing that tree made me happy again. I stayed in that small pine forest for a while, I would say about 40-50 trees on the slope, no more, but impressive. Yes, I think I would like trees to be the ones keeping the world together, it feels right somehow, and it makes me happy.

This day had switched like with a snap of one’s finger when I first got out and I spent more time on the path today than the days before. My legs stopped hurting almost immediately when I came down to the path and I didn’t have to struggle walking. Back in town again, I passed the fishmonger I usually go to and bought myself a sea bass for dinner. So fried bass in curry with plain boiled cauliflower and some kind of union sauce it will be. Yes I know I’m on a diet, so I only cook and eat half. Who knows what I’m going to do with the rest tomorrow? I have to think about that tomorrow when back on that same cliff path again.