Remember the other day when everything looked like this? Now it’s more like this:

Fog, heavy rain, whistling wind. I feel quiet. The storks are returning to North. I saw some last weekend and right now I hear them singing as they fly above our village.

I have been thinking a lot recently of tao. I am totally into yin and yang, not because I believe in some Eastern religion or mythology, but because it makes encountering life’s winding roads easier and more acceptable. A couple of days ago I posted my favourite excerpt which explains this nicely.

It’s nice not to think of anything sometimes.