Wake up in the dead of night, images flickering
Thoughts churn around and around, images flickering
Sleep, sleep, I just wanna sleep
Sleep, sleep, I just wanna sleep
Dead eyes, so tired, images flickering
Sinking feeling, it takes its toll, images flickering
Sleep, etc...
Eyes closed, head down, but images flickering
Eyes tight, sleep tight? No,those thoughts churn around and around
Sleep, etc...
Dull brain sees a picture frame of images flickering
Dull brain sees a picture frame in which thoughts churn around and around.
Sleep, etc...
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
Friday, 13 August 2010
The three phases of cycling
Sometimes riding is an effort of will (especially when confronted by a strong wind), sometimes it’s a period for reflexion and thinking, and, if luck strikes, it’s a time for switching off in an almost meditative state. Today I think I experienced all three of these, my favourite of which was the meditative state. One minute I was at Killerton House and next at Poltimore without having been aware of the three miles of toil that took me there.
Happiness is… ?
Back on the bike today after the excesses of German hospitality. What a lovely morning and refreshing ride. It was so invigorating to catch glimpses of the Devon countryside as I plodded along.
Today really I noticed how much friendlier travellers of the slow lane are. Today I meet one horse rider and several cyclists who all gave me a warm smile and greeting as I passed. Before going to Germany, I spent two miles of my journey with a fellow cyclist, whom I’d never met before, chatting away about the rights and wrongs of the world. Compare this to the people who zoom past me in their cars with their sad or angry faces. When I slow down or pull aside to let them past do I get a thank you? Sadly, not very often. This tells me a lot about where the path to happiness lies.
Today really I noticed how much friendlier travellers of the slow lane are. Today I meet one horse rider and several cyclists who all gave me a warm smile and greeting as I passed. Before going to Germany, I spent two miles of my journey with a fellow cyclist, whom I’d never met before, chatting away about the rights and wrongs of the world. Compare this to the people who zoom past me in their cars with their sad or angry faces. When I slow down or pull aside to let them past do I get a thank you? Sadly, not very often. This tells me a lot about where the path to happiness lies.
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
Life on the Autobahn
Life in the fast lane. Bradninch to Germany. 1230 miles covered in the space of 12 days. Sat in a metal black box cut off from the outside. How my back aches. How I look forward to my life back in the slow lane.
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