Bright morning?
I wake up in a cold sweat. It’s light and I’m disoriented. I look to my right. Reinout is sleeping on his side, face away from me. I avoid the alarm clock. I fear I’ve woken up only half an hour away from my usual wake up time. Finally I manage to drift asleep again, thinking happy thoughts. It helps me to relax. I did so last night too. I was completely worked up from an improvised argument…like arguments generally are. My heart was pounding and my breath sounded laboured. Ok, no reason to give it a thought. Store it away, write about it, discuss it constructively. With those thoughts I eventually went to sleep…
Morning. The sun is shining. My first consious breath tingles my throat. It’s raw, dry. I’m afraid I’m coming down with a cold. But I’ve set my mind on going for a run, and so I venture into the laundry room for some training gear. It’s humid upstairs. I was doing the laundy until 1 AM last night in order to prepare for Caroline who is coming today. My training outfit is still wet in places. I pull it on me anyway. No excuses.
Outside I’m met by an almost Mediterrainian image. People are already bustling about, I see a couple of runners just like myself going for a 7 am run. Others are early birds going to work, perhaps to ensure a short work day. The beaches will be packed, I’m sure.
Two hours later I’m on the train, writing away. I already feel better, now I just need my coffee…







