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P o l a n d 2017

At the Lake

Sometimes I wake up and I feel
like I'm still in my sleeping bag on my moss green bed
in the camper and the sunrise is so intense that
it wakes me up. But then I realize I'm in my own bed and I wake
up from the meow of my cat.
Almost two weeks passed since I went on a trip to Poland
to stay in a camper for a week with my dear friend Anna Nycz and her
friend Kasia. Our little part time home with a view over the lake and
right next to the forest was so small and still felt so much
like home for this time.
We spent hours just doing simple things. We walked, we talked, we
went swimming and painted. We gathered mushrooms, had three bonfires,
waited for the little ice
cream car that had the most delicious ice cream and
cooked. We took pictures and went on a little boat... simple things
that allowed all three of us to finally rest.
Some days were full of sun and others full of rain.
Life can be so slow when you fully concentrate yourself on
the people and the nature around you.
On one of the last mornings I woke up at 5 am, looked up to the window
above me and saw a red glowing sky. I slipped into
my shoes and walked to the silent water where the fog
was swaying over the water. I just sat there and looked
above the surface of the lake and the silence around me.

 

S o p o t

Tiny raindrops on our hair every day, the wind is stronger at the 
sea and calmer while we wait under a beech tree that will be our umbrella
for a while until the rain stops. People pass by, houses look
pretty with their old facades and bright shining flowers. 
The sand is wet, little treasures from the sea
shine to us. Her favorites are the most tiny pastel pink shells we gather 
and keep in film roll cases.
  Our room is bright, white soft and empty. Big windows
and shadows of waving beech leaves on the walls at night.
All ours.