Happy Place

Where do you go when you need to think? What do you do when you need to restore yourself, to ready yourself to take on the coming week with energy and verve? How do you get your sense of humor back? How do you recharge your groove?

I walk. Mostly late evening well into the night. Taking long walks calms my soul and settles my mind. There is something magical about twilight. The way the lights bend sideways, the serenity, the smooth transition of colors; colors are amplified during that time of the day, good for taking photographs. There is more contrast, more depth; ambient light (sunlight) gradually fades, creating a sparse but magical effect that is almost impossible to create artificially. 

There’s a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night’s. Olivia Howard Dunbar once said: 

“The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.”

I can’t help but agree…

My Four Walls

Where to rest your eyes when everything you see

You have already  seen a million times?

Where to find your muse to commune with thee 

When there is no door or window around?

A week, a month, a year… stretches forever

You have long forgotten how the real life looks like

In your  solitary confinement, no visitor allowed

Your thoughts, feelings, wants and needs don’t matter

No one notice when insanity and loneliness strike

Do you have to be grateful that you are still alive?