And as always, the soothing effect of the forest happened in an instant. That moment I left the road and set my tires in the dirt. That moment when the noise and ruckus subsides. That moment, when the singing of the songbirds and the croaking of crow and raven, and the eerie, faraway cry of the buzzard fills the air... That moment when all your fears of foul weather and the petty sorrows that ride high upon our backs simply dissolve into nothing. That moment when you realize that life is all the more complicated and all the more simple than you could ever know, and that it´s simply right that way, or rather, it is neither right or wrong, but simply is. That moment when you could laugh your head off when you look at yourself and all your little distractions that you deemed so important.
That moment, when you look over darkening hills in not exactly nice weather, and you feel cozy despite the fact that you´re soaked through. And you sit on a stump, and you rode down a trail, and that is all that matters.
Yes, I rode some gnarly trails through the thicket, over hill and dale, and it all passed as if in a frenzy.
As if in a fancy, in a dream, I sat down in the underbrush, stashing my bike away, and just breathed for a while.
To that oak that had welcomed me ever since I was a child and still offers me its serene hospitality...
I sat down there and had a flask of tea and played around a bit with my new #Iämpedahler waldmetz.
...in my true living room...
What more do I need? Time is running short for man. I´d rather spend it with things that matter, at least for me...