setting on a comfy white art chair, the window view to my left is an old yellow building, pigeons sound and sun rays coming through hand in hand right into my skin and ear. the coffee is still hot and I am just enjoying it’s taste and steam. We are currently in one of my favorite cities in Turkey, Eskisehir. It’s a small town 4 hours away by the train from our house in Istanbul. I came here before 7 years ago and fell in love, yesterday I fell in love again. It’s a small city, beyond normal, nothing special about it, nothing at all, the people, food and places is standard, the nature considered minimal to where we live, no sea, nor woods or mountains, it is really a very boring city to a lot of the people I know and friends, but to me, for some reason I find a spark in it, it lights something in me. faded colors, music from a far background, stillness and boredom. lack of options of how to spend time or where to go, it is really comforting. When you live in a large cosmopolitan city like Istanbul for a Long time you end up craving silence and boredom It seems.
My baby girl just climbed into my lap, she needs my attention so that it’s for now.
It is the next day now, we are on our way back home, train rides own my heart. Always. Lara is sleeping on my lap, and I am reading a book about creativity. it says” in your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one else sees you but sometimes I do, and that sign becomes this art.” I take a look every now and then at the window, I just feel like I am living in the symphony Air on the G, J.S. Bach. And I just want this warmth and moment to last forever. But the train is going so fast, just like yesterday, today and tomorrow.
