On holiday
Outside, in the distance, the mountains have disappeared behind greyness. Summer rain is falling, barely audible. The window of the hotel room is open. A light breeze carries this summer morning into the room.
Inside, me, sitting in bed, writing. Not much to do today. Finding a place for breakfast. Catching the train at 1 p.m. To leave this town. Towards another town.
But that will be in another time.
Now is the present.
The raindrops. The gentle breeze. Completeness.
Everything I longed for - in a hotel room in Villach, Austria.
by accident 