26

Life at 26 was really cool: travels, friends, experiences. Great memories.

Life on the 26th, in my new office high up the tower is not too bad either.
After three weeks, the amazement continues at the great views of a clear day, a red sunset, or the urban beauty of the city lights at night.

They say: you will get used to it and soon you will not notice any longer.
But what do they know, all these people sitting on the 4th floor?

Oh yes, life with 26 (Celsius) would also do the trick.

Blind optimism

A red explosion, a shining orange spot and everything else turning pink and blue.
A lonely bird slowly gliding westwards.

Never mind I had to wake up early today. Never mind I spilled the coffee and burned the milk. It will be a good day.

A small town

There is a place - far away - where you are not supposed to walk, not even for short distances. And the most you may ever need to walk there is probably 800 metres.

If you walk, you will enjoy it, until some stranger will inevitably offer you a lift - for they will know where you are going anyway. You may have to make up an excuse to decline the offer of borrowing someone's car altogether.

And it is not just about the car. In that place, everyday someone will want to offer you a coffee, a drink or a bite. And you are not supposed to decline, lest get people offended.

It is funny, because in that place you can walk alone at dusk on a dark road leading to the cemetery without feeling any kind of fear.

Nor will you fear driving all alone in complete darkness across desolated crop fields, occasionally letting the engine die at a steep bent while staring at the moonlight shadows. Even storms and winds are somehow reassuring sounds there.

And life passes between running away from there and waiting to go back again.