Thursday afternoon, a warm day, I had to go to the office for a meeting. To reach back home, I needed to quickly catch the bus from this little railway station. Missing that bus would mean waiting another 30 minutes, as the bus runs every 30 minutes. As I was about to rush, like I have always done, always been in a hurry, something snapped: isn't this what I came to europe for? For the slow pace, feel the life. My work gave me the opportunity to be flexible when I liked, then what's this inner programming that always makes me rush and hurry? Roday there is no meeting in the afternoon as well, why not slow down?
Decided to spend the next 30 minutes on the empty little station. Some people are cycling past, and can hear the wind crashing into newly formed leaves, and the canal behind is empty. No boat traffic yet.
Just took some pics as memories and just sat doing nothing being grateful to have this kind of life and days.
Already missing that and want to be alone again...but not Everyday that magic happens..