Six am Cinderella

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.