Well, it wasn’t exactly pouring cats and dogs out there when I started walking this morning, but it kept drizzling down on me:
…always a bit sideways from the front – it was so disgusting.
Then there was the fact that I just couldn’t seem to get used to this new kind of walking yet.
Greater speed, but sore legs and a strange feeling of fatigue…
Once I sat down on the curb for a little while, when I suddenly decided it was better to lay flat on the ground:
…I woke up after a half hour from the honking of some cars, while others had just rushed by, spraying me with tiny fountains of water.
So I went on through the cloud-covered land:
Scotland, I thought, or Ireland.
(Wales? New Zealand?)
I came by a lake…
…and then a tiny tiny patch of desert:
Then, right about British tea time, the sky suddenly cleared up:
…and I didn’t even feel so tired anymore:
There were the sunflowers again:
…and with them came the happiness of days long gone.
One of them smiled at me:
Hello sunflower, I said, here I am – the tall bearded one with the sore legs.
It’s been more than 20 years.