I may very well be lazy. Probably I am. My ears keep hearing silent screams: Get out out of the brick jungle!
So i do! i finally do get out.
It is Saturday afternoon. It feels chilly. I suddenly realize i am not prepared. I rush back, fetch a backpack, overfill it with clothing and.. boom out the door into my personal old, rusty 4x4. The only intermediate stop before me and freedom is a remote gas station. I decide to also buy some snack and then i hurry to the forest.
That is my real first stop. I sit by the river, near a hazelnut tree and then i start cracking hazelnuts open.
I spend about an hour smashin' and crackin' like some stoneage savage. I start feeling relaxed. They say food makes people happy. It certainly helps one stretch his muscles.
Then i get back in the car and up on the mountain i go. Clouds are gathering fast. By the time i exit the forest, rain starts. I stop the car engine near a rock and listen for a moment. It almost gets mystical.
I start pondering what i should do next.
I definetely want MORE! So i push my luck and manage to get near the top. Fresh green grass, a lonely mountain dirt road and the mysterious mist.
At least the rain stopped. I spend a few minutes here and recharge my batteries.
I take another look at the track heading home and start descending.
And my camera helps me remember it all.
Photo credits: Vlad Limir Berevoianu.