Sun is shining through the leaves, a blue sky; from the living room it looks great. The cold coming from the window tells me that winter is coming. The light through the branches and the few remaining leaves is making this into a great start of a Sunday morning.
For some strange reason it makes me think about so many things, moments like these must have been the reason why so many people are writing great stuff make amazing pictures or just smile at a beautiful day.
Just been outside and the air feels clean, cold but still there is a cuddle from nature. These are the moments where you want to take the dog for a long walk while holding the others hand and just walk, no talking just taking a moment. The day can be yours, without words, paint an everlasting picture in your head, these are moments we want to cherish, a day that should end on the couch, a fireplace a good book and a fine glass of wine.
The world is no longer important; it is a Sunday where no newspaper lands on my doormat or where I use the internet to check up on things that are miles away. Life is a series of pictures sometimes, some you like and some you don’t some are works of art and others should land in the dustbin. But it is our album and as with family pictures we keep them, we just don’t look at them all the time.
The cold is coming and somehow I feel snow will be early this year, and the season of wanting to be with others has already started. I have a Sunday ahead where I want to do some things but I do not know if I feel like doing it. A new week is ahead and I have no clue what lies ahead, but I do know it will be different as I planned a few weeks ago.
As where most people want to get together this period I find myself to want to be left alone a little more as usual. The comfort I need I am finding in my home, maybe because I have been on the road so many years I finally find out what being at home really is.
Everyone has an idea of what a home should be, how strange when it hits one that it can be so different form what we whished for. For me it seems to get clearer slowly. How different but yet comfortable it can be, that is the thing that hits me. More and more I find myself just being at home reading and trying to find some mental rest. Then there are moments like these where I find the peace in being on the couch just watching the sunshine playing the game of shadows on my garden floor. It’s nice and comforting in a way, it does not make me want to do anything at the moment. I might even go and get dressed and go for a walk in the country, really getting a fresh nose. Even the village is quiet, at peace in a way, I presume that people enjoy a nice lazy morning and will start walking the streets somewhere this afternoon.
For the moment I feel I could stay here for a few days and just feeling good at home. But as after every weekend there will be a Monday after this, and so back to work. But for now not thinking about it too much.
Once I finished writing I will do some housework and get some things out of the way so I have less to do the coming week after work. The days are longer as I am used to and I still have to adapt to the working days and the traveling. Life is going to a normal every day thing. The past life in other cities traveling from and to home during the weekends seem to be as different as from what I am having now, it seems to be more than just a change. I came home, and now it seems not just a change of scenery. London and all the other places I have lived are great but now a part of the past, but it seems like turning the switch overnight. The day I left Bahrain, London and Beirut, each for their own reasons felt like hell, but hell only seem to last a few days after that I picked up like normal, where ever I found myself waking up. Now however I am at home picking up wasn’t as easy as the other moments. Yes I do get older and probably less easy to adapt to changes but I do feel tired much more of lately as I ever did before. The changes are taking their toll I noticed, and next to that I know that my working life as I know it will be over in 3 years. Next to settling in at home I also have to prepare for a future I never before had at such short notice. Life as I know it is still changing and I think I need to enjoy moments like this for their simplicity and beauty just as they happen. And a beautiful day is a beautiful day, writing about it and looking at the last couple of days or the coming week might help me with it. Having a blog feels like having a good thing right now. For the moment I can reflect on my thoughts and having the sunshine on my face, warming me on a cold day. Now I need some fresh air on my face, a walk will be great. More sun and a better view of what is around my village, let’s go and look at the world.
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