Busy with people, but now few days alone. It feels good to sit in the dark and have the headphones on, listen to Dusky's Lost in you very loud and feel the evening. It's autumn, once again. I love how everything slows down, green colour is bursting into the shades of yellow, red, brown.
I also feel some kind of longing for... what?
Maybe the old days.
I hope that one day I can try riding again. I quit my lessons when I was young because I was too afraid to call to the stable and make a reservation to the next level riding class. The stupidest reason ever.
I've learned from my mistake and these days I'm not afraid of calling anyone.
Old days, new days. There's time to do things in the future, but future is always running ahead of you.
I started working again, time started flying. Broken bikes, repaired bikes. Nightmares about earthquakes in Helsinki. Music on the marketplace. Dear friends who take the best photos, worry about my bike, carry small people in their backs, ask the questions which should be asked.
42 days and I'll be on a plane heading to Korea and Japan.