Things are changing rather rapidly

The Muse Letter No. 9

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We find ourselves again walking, breathing, pitching our tent half way up the mountain. It’s midsummer evening, sheep surrounding us, staring for a while trying to distinguish who we are. We have climbed over seven fences collecting seven flowers after each fence to put under our pillows and dream of future romance. As we are trying to connect ourselves to the ground, shivering in the cold breeze a tartan blanket around my shoulder we watch the sun disappear behind the hills. We talk about plans and phantasies mixing images of a near future. Passing a bottle of wine regularly. The light is purple blue and violet covering everything with a beautiful filter. I want to keep that light as I watch it slowly fade into grey. 
When it’s too cold to bare we crawl into our tent carefully placing the flowers under our sleeping rugs. It’s cold at night and I turn around from side to side trying to find a position where my nose doesn’t stick out. I wake up early watching the rising sun. As we later walk up the mountain reaching the top I realise we forgot to remember who we dreamed of.

Summer solstice. Half-way through. Being at the top. Peaking. The longest day and the shortest night. Collecting flowers for crowns. Looking into the fire. Having visions of future-selfs visiting us in our dreams. Today it’s time to evaluate what has happened the first half of this year and what will come for the next.

For a few days I have been waking up rather early, jotting down ideas in my notes app, trying to fall asleep again but unable to because: Oh I need to write this down before I forget it.