Saturday Morning Recollections

I don't need to do any grocery shopping. I don't need to do the laundry. It's Saturdsy morning and I am alome in my room. Nobody is going to visit me this weekend so I will spend it on my own.

I keep thinking about my hometown and the time I get there in a week's time. I am so excited, I have the ticket and some plans. This is no strict schedule though as I often gladly leave room for spontaneity and the room itself, time to be spent with my dearest kith and kin. I hope everything goes smoothly and the journey undisturbedly. Little things make me happy on the inside [as opposed to on the outside where it may not be explicitly visible]. These are e. g. the mere thought of the fields around the Sikornik area. The recollection of when we were strolling over there in the height of the sun. It was so scortching hot at that time. I was happy to have you nearby. We also sat for a short while on the bench in the adjacent area. It was so fine. Everything about that moment was so fine, I did not need anything more.

I believe I am growing fonder and fonder of Gdansk due to the fact that it was my decision to move up here. Contrary to Cracow alas.