In a fog

Days of hiking in the mountains and making love to my companion did not clear my head at all. What's wrong with you, I'm being asked at a dinner, repeatedly, always. Nothing's wrong, I answer, unable to come up with a more appropriate and articulate answer. I'm blank. It lingers atrociously but I won't tell.

Kissing her good-bye meant to be a sort of a relief. Meant, nevertheless was not. She's gone and I have plenty more time to spare. A blonde feels like talking to me on a train. I don't feel like talking to anybody. She gives up after few sentences. God bless her.

Sleeping till midday, then flipping through TV channels over and over and lifelessly turning pages in a newspaper. Day after day.

Trying to party only to find myself somehow hanging in a vacuum. Smoking pot does not move me a single yard forward. I want to go. Splitting.

Back on a plane, I'm glad it's over. Perhaps I need a busy schedule, strict time management and no gaps left to reflect. Or maybe I should go look for a different continent — until I find a spring one.

Business partners

A bash. I'm sitting next to her and she talks. Sings in two bands. Have lived in this city for ten years. She's from there. Loves it here. Enjoys writing lyrics. Enjoys playing piano. Would love to have more time. Her boyfriend? Boring, plain. Yeah, still a boyfriend.

He's sitting at the other side of the table, cannot hear or see anything. I'm touching her; she lets me. Undoing her bra in a blink. She's shocked, yet not upset. Caressing her back, holding her hand, stroking her. She's melting, looking at me trying to figure out what's going on. If I knew! She kisses me a bit deeper than common as we leave, nothing more, nothing less.

I'm looking forward to the next business meeting.

SFA

Gypsy music is flowing through the place while I'm lying stark naked over my bed, watching the azure skies above my head. Enjoying solitude and music. And a seemingly meaningless moment. They said the summer would soon be over. So what? Should I go out to relish disappearing rays that can be gone in few weeks?

I don't know.

Eating out with a chick who could be great, wouldn't it be for her lighting one after another. And talking non stop without listening. And getting smashed at any occasion as if there was no tomorrow. Being about my age, it obviously takes her a bit longer to recover. So there is usually no tomorrow, one may say.

Whatever. I shouldn't mind. She's gonna be gone to Nepal in few months. And by the time I come over (if ever), she's gonna be someplace else again.

I just felt like whinging today.

Anyway, the weather is great.