"Just a perfect day,
Problems all left alone,
Weekenders on our own.
It's such fun.
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good."
(by. Lou Reed)
There are days like that. I am sure they happen to all of us. Rarely planned, rather spontaneous, kind of slow, kind of underneath the curtains, if you know what I mean. Somewhere in between the worlds. The real one and the wild, unpredictable. Those days are like purgatory, like a pause, like the feeling a minute before you finish your first evening glass of wine, or first bottle of beer at a party. It's like the silence you've got in your soul when you finish reading a good book. It's like a ribbon in a shrine somewhere at a secendary road . It's just perfect in its simplicity, in how things go naturally on.
Do they happen to you?
Last Saturday was a bit like it.
207/700
There was even a white rabbit on a leash. Like in "Alice in Wonderland". And it was pretty easy to follow it, to check how deep the rabbit hole goes (excuse me for my Matrix hints). Although it was called Miley, from Miley Cyrus. It bites when it is in a cage. Surprise, surprise.
208/700
Biking. Empty. Red. Quiet.
209/700
And an old train.
