May 8th. Another gorgeous morning that makes want to walk off into those mountains.
May 9th. I went out the night before. Music was magnetic, and the sky shut away without any chance to hint of passing hours. My phone suddenly rang, in a venue where there is no reception. Startled, a 5:40 alarm flashed in my eyes. 6 am Cinderella, I ran off, whizzed on my bicycle carriage, flew into my apartment, grabbed my tea-cup and filled it with – water – , and jumped down to the river, at — 6 am. For once not in pyjamas.