25 September
Dear
Atlantis
This time of year mostly feels as an ‘average’ time. The summer is over, work takes a lot of time and energy. I don’t know, the spring, the summer makes me feel different. The start of autumn has something depressing. I think most of the women feel that way. But I was lucky anyway this week. The sun was shining every time I could spent some time for myself.
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One day I made a pick nick basket and made a long walk in the woods. Enjoying the sun, listening to the silence. There is a lonely spot in the wood, from which I often think, that I am the only one that knows how to get there. There I sat down to listen to the silence, the rustle of the trees. I read a book, and forgot the time. Felt so good. Lying there, being lazy, drinking a glass of wine. Eating something now and then. The book was so beautiful! You probably know books like that. You start to read them, and can’t stop until it’s finished. It’s like watching a movie. I crawl in the skin of the person, I’m reading about. I laugh with them, I cry with them. I’m living in a different world for the time being. It’s like a shower for my emotions. Afterwards I feel relieved. |
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I
think I’m going to tell Amy about this spot. Maybe it’s nice to go here
together one day.
A
squirrel tried to steel food out of my pick nick basket, and I think there was a
little mouse that rummaged about. I just heard it, didn’t see it. For the
rest just me and my book. I fell asleep. I don’t know exactly for how
long, but when I woke up, it was time to walk back to the car. After a while I
was on a path where some others where walking too. A few times I felt the look
of a man, watching my breasts, turning their head to look at me once more.
Mmmmmm, I love that. It turns me on…
Guess
summer still isn’t over…
Thira
