the gardens are beautiful. the blossoms and fresh new leaves are eye catching. the morning walk is soul food. hardly anyone can be seen in the park. at best some runners are crossing my way.

i am walking against time. every morning. and at night i am scarred. by lonely roads and the dark shadows. on weekends i go running myself, yet i'd rather avoid the park on weekends, it's crowed and the beautiful emptiness is disturbed. i wonder if i would enjoy lunch there.

three and half months late, Mieze returned.

small, vulnerable, very skinny.

my heard is filled with joy and love.

i love this little small cat, this old lady, this road warrior.

i wish she could talk and tell me what had happened in the last months while she was gone.

her return is a true miracle and it feels like she is telling me another life lesson, as she did the last two and half years..

Spring has arrived.

and dust particles from a volcanic eruption are dancing in heigh altitudes. the sky is blue and yet the black dust from the ongoing eruption is out there. high high in the sky. what we see is not reality, it is just an impression, a glance, an idea, an option. Here in the public gardens, the cherry blossoms have reached their peak, their might be fire works tonight, leaving traces of smoke in the air.

'my soul' or should i say 'my sprit' is still traveling, while my body arrived on the other side of the great ocean. but apparently my body also has some difficulties to adjust to the new environment and 'blesses' me with a severe cold and bad cough. Last night i slept for a total of 12 hours and if i do the math i still need 8 more hours to catch up with the sleep deprivation, which accumulated over the last four days.

When i look out the window now, i see buildings and a grey sky, but even without closing my eyes i can also see the beautiful country road. What is the average speed with which a soul travels?

spring has arrived and so did the rain this morning.

the skies are grey and the temperatures are lingering in the lower 50's again. i hoped to be able to go for a long run before my travel but it looks like the weather will not cooperate. i hoped to work on my flower beds, too. Actually, the rainy weather frees more time, which i can certainly use to start packing or at least to get prepared. making stacks of clothes, printing out my 'what-to-pack-itinerary', ironing shirts, polishing shoes, selecting books and papers, going through my final to-do-list.. yet.. i drink outside, letting the mind wander would be more to my liking...

EASTER SUNDAY!

the house woke up early today. so did the birds.

a long run. 4 miles.

it had the perfect temperature for a run in the early morning hours.

Sometimes a run can be so soothing.

the thought of the finish line disappears and one just runs for the sake of running.

the day is still ahead.. a huge Easter brunch is waiting... the red face is slowly cooling off.

bright sunshine.

time will eat up this day quickly.. but for now it's Easter Sunday Morning.. still