it was a glorious day...

... today, monday 11 october 2010, all day...
i woke up very early, after falling asleep in front of my screen and with the light on, again...
six in the morning - four in the afternoon - parallel temperatures

i got out of bed and out of the house to move the car
i could see the sky clearing
it was pleasant
there was a small spot of traffic, some joggers and a couple of dog walkers
i felt like i was going to travel somewhere, hence my early rising, it felt a little bit like summer, with its tiny chill
i felt nice, positive, almost overwhelming

i had a bowl of oats in vanilla soy milk and a cup of green jasmine tea
i did some work
i communicated
i remembered saturday night (dick and fanny's first birthday, my brand new video performance premiering and my friend, who's still healing from her bike accident in august, dancing and running around and being out there, doing it)
i also remembered sunday, where in my comfort and safety, i found out that belgrade was burning, due to a bunch of fascists, religious fanatics and generally ignorant people, opposing violently the gay pride. still. in 2010. i have good friends there (they are all ok, thankfully) and belgrade means a lot to me (i have performed and djed in 2008 and on the way to the venue, we got attacked by a bunch of thuggie kids, who were almost fataly destructive).

i cried for my friends. last night... and my heart opened one more time...

so, i opened the window and the freshness and the warm rays came flooding in... wonderful!

i felt the love
i spread the love

with songs and words

hopefully, i am reaching out far far away and so so near... so clear...

in days like these, i miss her more and think of her more frequently than before, which really is the ungarnished truth
my visions are lucid and lovely: waking up together, plenty of hugging and playing and laughing and loving... who is going to make breakfast, cycling endlessly in my neighbourhood, which is green and beautiful and quiet and different and where we can hide... lunch and more laughter and power napping in nooks of neck for the ultimate closeness...

alas...

i cycled on my own for a coupe of hours... took photos, breathed it all in, smiled, whispered good somethings to myself, counted my blessings, like this glorious day, agreed with a passing rider that bromptons are beautiful, as he saw me photographing (his, was red), helped a lost person to find his way with my maps app on my iphone and cycled back home, content, exercised, in need of some food and water. she would have loved it today...

alas...

it is ten sixteen pm/dry; eight sixteen am / and it might be raining...

i'll have an early night; i feel this to be a good week, despite the glitch and some more business to take care of; but there is no gain, without pain, true?