The head sings the song of tinnitus, it is louder and more present today, it would be so nice to just remain in bed, but that would be a waste of time, not a thing to be done so lightly. Take up the warm jeans today, the weather is probably to cold to wear the hiking trousers.
Walking is somehow harder today, even if the breath is not as short. Climb the keyboard of the oxen to the castle without stopping, there is the satisfaction there of having overtaken a gaggle of tourists on the way. They are all puffing and blowing.
Still, do not feel right. At the viewpoint by the castle the town is lost in fog, Return to the park, and take the path up to the parking space, then take the walk the same as every day. There is just tiredness in all the bones, just a sense of sadness. Pick up a couple of eating chestnuts in the small park, the tree is slowly shedding its crop of the things in their spiny cases.
The steep path with the stairs to the Carrosahöhe viewpoint is not a problem today either. But still there is disappointment and a generally unhappy feeling. Take pictures of leaves, they never turn out right, but they never will if you just give up. The walk continues, but the depressed listlessness will not depart, neither will the tinnitus's hisses. Down by the river two small dogs full of life run around the legs yapping. They are both pugs, and they are fun.
A distraction, but not enough
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