Every minute counts

I went to Edinburgh for a few days to feel the wind in my hair, the breeze on my face and then I got sunshine, and a tan.

We had a lovely time wandering 'round the streets of Edinburgh, hopping in and out of shops and pubs, walking up to the Castle and to Arthur's seat and just randomly strolling 'round the city centre.

On the train back to York I wrote this:

The windows weep lost stories that they carry with them, everywhere the wheels take them. The windows entertain themselves with, well, with our gaze. Staring out at a world passing us by, or is it us passing the world by? Time never seems to be on our side.
"The Perceived duration of each minute varies from person to person. As you get older, you become more aware that time isn't on your side and every minute that passes is gone forever." - Dr. John C Taylor, OBE
A stream of thoughts, fear, love, loss, moods pass the dented, dazed windows every day.
I gaze out of this windows, as I see tears trickling down it. Is it the reflection of the hidden self, who is hiding even from me? For sometimes I feel numb from all the hassle, and I crave a safer place.
But I do not know what it is I crave for, for I have never seen its face. I often over think and I occasionally judge that what has not been, just so I can run. With pride in my pocket and the wind in my hair, I call it: "moving on"
But is it really moving on?
The past can't be repeated, just like the colour white is permanently damaged when stained, it can be painted over but it will never the same again. Just like a scar will fade, yet it will not dissolve. The tears are in the past, they have found the bottom of the window where they will evaporate.
There's so much to live for now. I do long to find out how to decide which track to turn on, or off, and whether it will take me round, shake me off or lead me to an unknown place. A place where I can see the choices I have made. The choices that have shaped me into me.

So, moving on...
Edinburgh is amaaazing. It's very pretty, and even prettier in the sun! I had a great time listening to music, laughing with (and maybe at, but then again, maybe not) friends and strangers. My knee and the rest of my leg managed to do lots of walking, and I'm very proud of it all! :) Arthur's seat was my first 'hike' since I've been back on my legs (unless you count a little walk 'round Litton, but let's not).
I sadly did not bring back the sun from Scotland, and it is currently raining in the dam. But it's still pretty... the leaves are green, the geese want to be friends (especially if you have food), and life is still busy but great. :)

Next stop:
Litton.
then ceilidh.
then sessions...
lots of writing my dissertation & other projects.
then Newcastle.
and then, well... more writing.
And in a bit over a month I'll be going back to the Dam! How time flies.

Enjoy every moment, for "to live is the rarest thing, most people exist, that is all" Make sure you live! ;)

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