the simple life

somewhere between the mad days, the airplane and train tickets, the constant up and down the hill, the days with the snow and the snow melting, the endless hours in front of the computer and word documents being created, the piles of essays and exams, the powerpoints waiting to be created, the pages of the diary being filled in with a crazy rhythm, one can pause for a second..
and appreciate that even though much has been happening and it is hard to keep track of things and people and dates, this is actually one of the best and simplest periods of one's life.

this morning the sun entered the bedroom
I felt that someone was on the doorstep waiting for the door to open..
so I did
and I welcomed spring with a big smile

how long?

somewhere it's almost dawn
looking outside the clear glasses
light flickering in the distance

a body moves in white sheets
with leftovers of sand
and petals of lavender

somewhere a voice gets lost in the crowd
a phone rings
the lights of dawn evaporate
dissolve
dominate

nothing to remember
nothing to repeat
nothing to structure

how long before the sun blinds your eyes?