After a tiring day on Friday I decided to walk home from one of the metro stations..I do it often because in the night the city shows its hidden face, and I like this face..it is much calmer, friendlier, cozier, softer....
On my way home I tend to spend a little bit of time on the bridge, that connects the 2 sides of the city. I love bridges...we need bridges, to connect 2 parts of a city, to connect a man to woman...present is also a bridge that connect the past to the future..and I love to be on the bridge...it is the feeling of stepping on there...knowing that you leave something behind, but then you have something else to arrive to..a different place..there is the melancholy of the past, and the excitement of the future in it..bridges enable us to cross..they make the impossible possible.....if there is a river, and we cannot cross it, we build a bridge..if it is done, new horizons open..we are then able to walk through and experience what is on the other bank of the river...then we need to pay attention to how we build this bridge...will it last? is it well constructed? have the architects been cautious enough? did they make it able to stand strong even in the times of storms and earhquakes? marriage is also a bridge...... so all in all I am fond of bridges, therefor I love to stand there and contemplate the river below me, the other bridges that also cross the river..and lights of the city trembling on the gentle waves.....over the river...on the bridge the wind is more powerful...there are no buildings to stand in its way and it can let its power free...I just stand there and let this wind coming from the north blow me over..for me it is a sort of ritual...at the end of the day I let all my worries and grieves be carried away by this wind...I let him take it far far...let it spread over the sea where it dissolves....then I feel free....I feel capable of capturing the stars, hugging the moon and greeting dawn with a kiss...so you see time to time I need to stand on the bridge and let the wind cleanse me...
The next morning started early, with some friends we were going on a trip to the hills/mountains of Buda. We met at the tramstop, got our little booklet where we needed to collectthe stamps from the different control points. The weather was gourgeous, not too cold, yet cold enough not to melt all the snow. The forests are really amazing..I admire them in all seasons of the year, so I was indeed very happy to be able to spend some time there that day. The trip included a couple kilometers in the city as well, but it was really not bothering. The elevation changed time to time and there were moments when we were a bit out of breath, but all in all it was not too tiring. Walking there, on the white paths, among sleeping trees, that were deprived of all their ornaments..no leaves, no flowers....all was so still and frozen..under the reign of mighty winter queen...I felt like we should whisper not to bother the stillness of the place...no traces of life could be found, yet we could feel that it is just the surface...deep down on the level of roots, beyond the outer layer of the trees a strong heart is beating, if we listened carefully we could even hear the even breathing of the earth below our feet. We completed the trip in a little more than 5 hours (20km) and felt nicely exhausted. At the finish we got our well deserved sausages with mustard, and hot tea - tasted great, would not have exchanged it for anything, it made our stomach satisfied and carried all the energy to our blood vessels which have been craving for it already.
After the trip we traveled home, I took a shower, for long while, just kept on gazing at the waterdrops on the wall of the shower cabin. They playfully made their way downwards, obiding to the law of gravity, acknowleding its power over them. They did not seem to mind, they were happily fullfilling their fate. The touch of warm water felt so good for my exhausted body, I did not want it to come to an end...ever...but we shall know there is an end to everything..even good things.. However the end of my great shower was well compensated, as my friends arrived shortly after and we conjured a magnificent evening from red wine, waterpipe, cakes, and music!
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