I have less than 20 hours till my departure for London... RIGHT ON TIME. I don't have the words to explain my need to unplug and simply fly away. I don't have the words to explain the awakening I now feel deep in my long-asleep cells. I don't have the words to explain the beauty before my eyes when I look at the rest of the world. The rest of the world is shining, at 20°C. The sun is literally up again.
But why this much relief when nothing was wrong with being here?
Assume you are writing on a napkin with a pen. If you are not fast enough, the tip of the pen gets stuck into the fibers and there you have a naughty ink stain. If you leave the tip too long on the stain, the ink keeps flowing and the stain spreads its darkness further, eventually wetting and tearing the napkin off. But, if you don't get stuck too long into the fiber holes, your pen keeps flowing instead of the ink, and you can have a neat piece like this:
So the napkin, and this place, is perfectly fine. This post is about the energy-sucking fiber holes that people get stuck in time. You have to lift the pen up, and I have to take tomorrow's flight to avoid dark stains and keep on writing something neat that shines.
Smiles,
Ayça
