That was a very strange night. I watched some TV, and couldn’t watch any more news, as the stories from Gaza were just so depressing. Watched some Netflix movie about some Argentinian young fashion megastar. It was tiring just by the speed of the movie-documentary, him being like high on something nonstop, all the time.  Somehow I started talking to You. Was sad and happy at the same time. Sad for obvious reasons, happy because we talked. Told you that life is like that now, like this movie on speed. I rush to do things, and have to be busy all the time. Just to avoid life. The reality. Sort of: not now, please. I’m busy. Will talk about it later. I have to finish this, that; have to run, have to drive somewhere.

Avoiding.  Not being irrational but not willing to deal with reality, either.

Went to bed about midnight saying that I had to get up about 5 am to drive to a bike trail in the middle of a forest near West Lawrencetown to catch with my camera the sunrise over the ocean. But the night was strangely hot, couldn’t fall asleep even with a wide-open window. Then a train started going back and forth near my building with a terrible noise of the train breaking and smashing of the train cars as they moved and stopped.  Went back to the living room, switched the TV back on, and watched some more of something. You were nowhere to be seen or heard and couldn’t continue our conversation. Made a decision to drive to that spot in the forest about 6 AM. Finally felt tired and sleepy. Before I knew I was asleep. And didn’t get up till 8 AM! Sunrise was gone an hour earlier. But did go for the bike ride anyway. Remembering the night I dressed warmly but very lightly. Took even a towel and an extra pair of underwear in case I decided to take a swim. Started biking at about 10 AM. And instantly knew that I wasn’t dressed as I should. It was freezing! And icy wind that went through my clothing. Swimming in the waves was out of the question when  I got to the beach. If I drove by car I probably would – and warm in the car after swimming. But getting on the bike and biking back easily 10-15 km to where I parked would probably turn me into an icicle, LOL.

Rozmawiałem z Tobą cały wieczór i potem pół nocy chyba. A miałem plany wycieczki rowerowej wzdłuż jezior i brzegu oceanu wczesnym rankiem by uchwycić wschodzące słońce nad Atlantykiem. Ze wschodu wyszły nici. Gdy w końcu dwu lub trzygodzinną drzemkę złapałem – obudziłem się już o ósmej rano. Dawno po wschodzie. Mimo to pojechałem w las, do tej trasy. Noc była nadzwyczajnie ciepłą, jak na tę porę roku. Ale dzień odwrotnie – więc ubrałem się bardzo nie odpowiednio, zbyt lekko. Mimo marznięcia – trasę rowerowa, tak jak zaplanowałem, tak przejechałem. Widoki piękne, surowe, zimowe już (choć bez śniegu) mają też swój specyficzny urok surowego piękna. Lato to barok natury, a zima to styl romański północnej Europy.

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