Saturday, September 22, 2007

43 minutes with headwind

Walked to work as usual this fine morning, thoughts buzzing, wind gusting. Lovely.

Received a postcard last week from my Finnish friend and I've been remembering Vilnius. The Savers-like shop 'Humana' where I passed so many hours and so few litu. The cupboard at my Dutch friends' house full off Dutch treats like stroopwaffle. All those adventures, moments and fun.

There's all the good. So much good.

Hard to face the dreams I have. Nightmares of the stupid misguided times I spent with Enso. I hate myself for thinking of him, but I can't control it. I feel like I need an exorcism.


Ninfa said...

No, I don't think that you need an exorcism, I only think you need remember this lovely time in Vilnius.

Anonymous said...

Ah, the knowledge gained through misguided journeys. The memories are simply part of the lessons. I could exorcise a few "memories", but live with them I do and embrase the beauty of the life I have now with the knowledge of how much greater things are for the comparaitive lessons of past. EJW