Blog entry for September 16

I was riding my bike in the city where I grew up. It was an unusually warm September evening. I went to places I haven’t visited for very long. It was nice to be alone again. I biked through the district, went up to the gate of the smaller river. The sun was setting down between the trees on the riverside. It made me wonder, that how fast the trees grew tall and strong. I witnessed when they were planted. I saw some friends walking their dogs. Everything seemed so cosy. I met a couple under the bridge with a little boy; the girl was hanging her legs into the water. The water was clear; they were studying the things seen on the bottom of it.

The ice-cream seller was already closed so I carried myself to the other gate, behind the first bridge, biked through the passage. I saw the old hospital, it was completely abandoned and empty, the bushes made they ways all over it. I love spooky building. The windows were broken in some places and I could see inside the rooms and corridors. In the past, this hospital was busy and full of doctors, nurses going about their work day to day. I saw some beautiful little houses behind the hospital with nicely decorated csinos, gondozott gardens. Some people found their homes in this tiny city.

The second bridge was the same as I left it including everything many years ago. It was seemingly touched by the hands of time.

I turned left into the wealthy quarter. On the house I adored before, there was a large FOR SALE sign. It was the best one on that street. Even the beautiful ones are going to be sold, I thought.

Then I saw the Artist’s Place and I went inside. I knew it’s a private territory but I could not care. There were some really beautiful statues inside, some of the half-ready. Many statue heads were lining up in one raw, all looking at me. I took pictures.

Then I went to the place to the big gate behind the church and the pharmacy, where we used to go as children with my friends. Nothing changed apart from few trees were being cut completely. We crossed our ways with another young woman with long black hair walking her dog, she looked at me like she knew me then pulled her eyes down when passing by me.

I biked through the walking passage of the park on the river side. People were walking, eating ice-cream enjoying this warm autumn evening, just as I did. I stopped at the new bridge looking at the statues in the fountains then at the sky. It had some lines on the blue canvas and I could clearly see the new moon, shining down with a thin slice.

I spend the rest of the evening sitting on the bench at the main church, until it got dark. The bird songs, the shadows of the pane trees and the sculptures around me created an utterly peaceful, calm and beautiful atmosphere. There was a new statue, the saint of the city. I asked him to look after it while I’m away. However, I couldn’t say more as I remembered I don’t have lights on my bike.

People come and go, places changing and the seasons are following each other in some perfect order. There must be some higher power to hold everything together.

On the way home I popped into a shop and bought a bottle beer for myself, preparing for spending the whole night alone.

When I got home, I routinely turned on the radio. The first song coming through was Enigma’s Return to innocence, breaking the silence of the rooms.