Saturday,
31. April 2004
Invisible Sun
A
windy day yesterday. So windy it makes you believe that time and distance are
both relative, especially on a bike, and especially here in Mallorca. This odd
feeling to push your way on a flat road, pushing against the wind, while leaves
are winding down the road towards you. As if the village there in front of you
owned a wind machine, and decided that today would be a nice day to try level
7, "wind from the South, serious."
The
good thing about it: to get back, you just have to sit upright and hoist your
sail, and off you go - that is: if you have that sail with you.
Today,
our last holiday day. They haven't turned the wind on again yet. It is still sleeping,
like most of the island, while I am just back from the last of the sunrises, one
that was all soft and misty:
Strings
of clouds, like brushes of paint, in rose and orange, highlighting the sky. The
ocean slow, untouched yet by sailors and surfers. Towards the horizon, behind
the mountains: deeper clouds in blue, almost merging with the mountain. Or is
that mountains merging into sky.
The
sun invisible. Rising behind blue mountains, behind blue clouds. Still I know
she is there, I can feel her, I can see it in the sky, in the way the rose clouds
start to glow.
This
is the way it's going to be from now on, I think on the way back: the sunrise
at the ocean, it will be invisible to me. But I know it's there.
- DL, 2004,
Wernau am Neckar -
additional
information about the trip and the author
can be found here
