Diamond skies

While driving on the freeway, I dreamed away – still noticing and watching the traffic of course, but  sometimes, when I drive, I feel completely free and happy. Moving in this weird world, but moving, and no one can stop me. No one will question me, since I am moving. The sounds, the temperature, the views, it all can be so peaceful, in some ways.

While driving on an almost empty expressway, listening to music, looking at the trees that surround the road.  Suddenly I noticed how beautiful the sky was – the sun, surrounded by all these clouds, with such beautiful light – the sun had a private sky, blinking in this cloud field.

This was an image, I wish I could have captured. But it’s captured in my head. Probably I will forget exactly how it felt, how it looked, like with most of the things – even if you want to remember them so real and badly, they fade away with time.

I took an exit, and smiled. Pleasant images in my head. It couldn’t have been more perfect. I thanked the sun, and smiled again, just for you.


Hello Blackbird


Almost everyday our eyes meet. In the mornings, when I get out of bed and walk to the kitchen, making some tea, I look out of the window. Often it sits there under some bushes in the neighbours garden: Blackbird.

I’m staring through the window. Blackbird watches me. I’m pretty sure about it. If I move, it follows me. Its eyes are watching me. It stays there, just sitting and we’re looking at each other for a couple of minutes. I wave to blackbird. It turns its head and continues staring at me. So this happened once some time ago, and happened again, and again, and again. Now it seems to become a routine. Assuming it wants food, I put some breadcrumbs or nuts or pieces of apple around that spot regularly. And hope blackbird enjoys it.

Today I was sitting at my desk, staring out of the window. My windows have a view on the upper part of some trees. There it was again: blackbird. This must have been the same blackbird I regularly meet downstairs, because it behaved and stared at me in similar ways. I tried to get a picture of blackbird, but, it doesn’t seem like Blackbird likes cameras a lot. Hope you can make the spot of blackbird. One is pretty blurry, but it has its orange beak.

Blackbird, I am going to miss you. A countdown has begon. Next week, I will be in a whole different world. These moments with blackbird, I will remember as special. Probably it sounds odd, but there is something about these moments that have a lot of value for me.


Bye dear blackbird. Please take good care when I’m gone here. I will miss our meetings.