Stormy skies...

Gee!
This feels like autumn!
Luke warm but windy, with occasional showers and thunderstorms...


Actually, I like this kind of weather. This would be a wonderful weather for sitting in a nice dry comfortable place with a blanket, a cup of jasemine-scented green tea nearby, reading a good book and glancing at the dance of the clouds in the sky, now and then. Or just watching them, leaving the reading for later.

But. I like to do that in autumn.

Darned! It's spring! I like to look at the unfolding leaves, listen to the bird's songs, watch butterflies and bugs and enjoy the warm sun in spring.

Leaves: yes.
Birds: hide, too windy.
Butterflies: ditto.
Warm sun: hides too, behind the clouds.

Sitting, wishing, waiting.
For spring to finally arrive.
And stay until summer chases it away.

SP Friday...

Yeah, I know...

Usually, it's Self Portrait Tuesday or something.
I'm always procrastinating. Can't help it. Don't even want to.

I don't like myself in most of the pictures that have been taken of me.
It took me some time to shoot one that I feel corresponding to what I see in the mirror.
Ain't it funny that the face we see in the mirror and a simultaneously taken photo don't seem to fit? Must be something about the way we see ourselves and the so-called "objectivity" (whatever that means).

So. I like to see myself like in this pic.
I like to wear my hair open, although most of the time I wear a ponytail or braid it, as it is so long now. I like that, too; it has taken some time to grow it that length, and I'm kind of proud, just like I was when I was about 18 years old. My hair had about the same length then, but way back when, there were no waves in it.
It peeves me that hubby keeps on asking when I'd go have my hair cut. Why should I?!

Like it that way.
I know I don't look like her, but sometimes I feel like Eowyn standing in front of Meduseld with the wind in my hair...
And don't I feel like her:

ARAGORN: “What do you fear, lady?”
EOWYN: “A cage. To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recalls or desire…”

(Can you tell I'm a LOTR fan...?)

Random stuff...

It's near midnight, just a few minutes away from Friday.

The week has been such a chaos that I feel in a whirl...
Work: SNAFU (in fact, we had a quality management audit this week, and everything that had not been done over the last year had to be fixed or somehow dealt with within just a few days. Oh heck, SNAFU. Nothing new.)
Done. And done.

Weather has changed from nearly-summer (with a week of temperatures rising to over 25 °C), to something-inbetween, rainy, shallow.
Gah!

Look at the pics I took when we went hiking two weeks ago...
*sigh*

Yeah... apple blossoms... out of focus.

Just look at the scenery...

We ran through the woods like blithering idiots. Fast. For 22 km.
Dunno what makes hubby wanna run so fast. Seems to be running from something. This happens any time we hike. At least, during the first two or three hours. Then he seems to tire and it's my turn to keep up the speed (and I do).

Actually, when I hike for some two or three hours, I can shake off my daily routine, hubby and son are too busy walking and have talked off most of the topics.
And then, out of the sudden, the environment becomes 3-D for me. Consciousness lowers like a dome, surrounding me.

Silence, except for the birds and the soft sounds of wind and leaves. No more talking. I become conscious of, sensible for the things surrounding me. No disturbances. I take the lead, I search for the path. I feel like a ranger in Middle Earth. I can smell the forest, I feel the warmth of the sun, the cool breeze. I feel at home in the wood. In silence.

Seems I need some time off, on my own, in silence. To find myself again. To contemplate.