Retained dreams.

While this cover our normal routine our approaches to past realities come to play a significant key point, the way we use that to record new paths and the way new paths return to our basic instinct, cycling the way we see and feel, the path we take to experience our own time, realising our deeper silences, awakening forgotten particles.

The flow continues and motion is still there.

Calm before the storm. Feels good.

It goes.

Slow early steps after weekend concluded.

Outdoors, fresh air.

The day these two felt in love.

Errands in between two spots playing to define this AM.

Last night got insomnia for some hours then I got some sleep and dreamt about this day of 2017. Disregarding some factors it was a good night.

There is also motion in dreams. It feels good.

Unnoticed paths.

Nine of cups. Laying on a soft path and safe matters. Early hours and golden silence. Magnitude of human being. Birdsongs outside my window. Bells from that close church making its game. Soft light starting to bring the day up. Still slow and calm. May the calm keep you safe during this new period of time. To being present in distance. To keep the connection between separated points by continuous approaches. Finding rest through turbulent times. Getting into internal motion that may fulfil my environment. To get awake, now and then.

Raw non-sense thoughts.

Alternative real ways to start a Monday by approaching visual gems that remain beside my bed. The joy of those early hours and the silence that rules our mind at those easy moments.

Things I like the most, be outdoors and experience the motion of the road without any kind of fixed destiny, that uncertain sense of proximity Between time and place. Feeling that everything is going to be good.

The slow rhythm from the early hours.

Silence, slow steps, smooth transition from one phase to another. Then chaos of bau routines around home.

Aftermaths of a good last night.

At being attracted to be present in the right moment and to let the non-essential absorptions of life aside from the main route. As rivers preserve their flow to final destinies and the air continue the fly to better skies. Motion on being.

wouldn’t mind.

All mornings should start like this one.

What I do like the most about early hours at the lake is the silence in mind I’m able to get in, the way all my vision get in blurred way by all the natural landscape in front on me and the way my senses get forget about anything else but the feeling of being present in the right moment. The freedom of the wild sounds around. The air in my face.

The motion of water.

Took back the road out of the city for the first time in five months. It felt so good and the freedom felt insanely great. A lot of things have changed since last time, now quick travels include a puppy and the people wear a mask, at least most of them.

I was able to feel the fresh air of the lake, which always fills my mind, silence and peace of the water know very well how to calm my silly mind.

Motion is still alive.

It’s a good day.

There were slow steps and silence around filling my early hours today. The satisfaction of being able to appreciate the change from night to day, the way light can fill darkness domains. The uncomplicated pleasure of simple nature’s appreciation. To feel the intrinsic motion on simple appreciations.

Paths of lights connected in different ways.

Unmade stories.