June 12th, 2020
“Summer has arrived.
Dawn bird chirping indicated I had to leave. The coffee machine was still lazily whistling, but it brought the aromas to life.
In the sky, the Moon was still fighting his own battle, but the Sun had already indicated that now it was time for him. He smeared the dawn on the sky with blood red paint.
The wind caressed my face, it started to warm up. Silence everywhere, the roads silently tolerated the rolling of my wheels.
The wheat field bathed in gold, rocking softly.
These mornings, I can best immerse myself in my thoughts.
There is what …
On his way home, the city was already throbbing, with plenty of life on warm roads, like blood cells in his blood vessels.