the white see-through curtains are still in front of the windows.

the sun light is very bright today.  the room looks more seclusive with the curtains closed. on the wood table is a small glass vase with six white pink tulips. they look very promising, fresh and young. yesterday was Valentine's Day. today is Sunday, tomorrow is President's day. I need to get out of the house. despite it all.  A long drive to the mountains might be good. a vision of  rolling hills in various shapes and angles. small stores. skiers. villages. it's all the same. i will pick up running again. tomorrow. not today. i feel  too pressured by the tick tock of the clock on the wall. if i really want to go on an excursion then time is of the essence. and time is running like sand through my fingers. time is all i have and i give it away in abundance. every day.