Walking with your dreams

Today I expected to have pajama-mood for all day and almost did... except that at night 9 or so it was hard to sit on the place..."I should go for a walk" was buzzing in my head. I tried to eat or drink something, but thought was buzzing so loud, no chance to avoid it. Angry at myself putted jeans and boots on and asked Zaika if she want to go with me, since other company I will not have anyway.

And here I was, on the way to lake with my thoughts in head and leash in hand. It's not the first time when my dream accompanied me in my walks. It's even nice when you can slowly walk and fantasize about something...other places, other people...how you'll meet someone or how you will be alone on the beautiful island. You can talk to yourself and tell all what you think, because there is nobody who can judge you, because you moving and every next step you already another person who will not blame this other one-step-ago person, just because it's already not you, but what you were secont, moment, step ago. May be it's why, when I'm walking it's easier to talk to myself and tell all what's on my heart. Whan I do it and sit on the same place...thoughts just lay one above the other and at the end there is no space for a new and fresh one.

Time to time any of us need someone else to listen, other days the best company - it's you yourself. Hard to screw up your relationships with yourself, it's just impossible.

So, I was walking and thinking, imagining and signing... angel, who taking care of me probably thinking I'm crazy :) good part is - he can't say it to me, may be it's a rule of angels to not show up to people. I don't know. Because if he could...he would definitely have a serious conversation with me. Not always I'm such a good girl now, when I started to think about it.

I was walking till my legs start makeing signs that I wasn't wearing hills for a while and they want to rest...but I didn't wanted to go home! It was so good outside in company of me :) So I just sited myself on the chain (on the fence around the lake) and was thinking and looking at water. Dark and look like warm, black water was whispering on different voices and splashing under the bridge. Nice and peaceful place. Way home I made very slowly, as much as I wanted some tea, it was sad to go home. More and more I like to be outside.

Well...not the last day, I will go again ...may be tomorrow.