The call

I am on a train. It isn't a destination unknown, I exactly know what I am doing... for a change, lol. Cause it hasn't felt like it lately, but today it is different.

My iPod is on. "Lady in red"is playing, and outside my window I can see the golden lights of the magic hour twinkling over the gentle waves. I will arrive at Arenys de Mar just as the sun starts to come down... I will see the sunset from the terrace of my soon to be new home.

It is funny how life takes you around, plays with you. Sometimes a little, other times a lot! But in the end, and after making you suffer, she'll always give you what you prime for. Funny. Yeah!

I remember myself saying I would some day like to retire to a small town in the Costa Brava with a terrace overlooking the beach. I would then go for a swim any time I felt like... sunbathe with nothing at all between me and the sand, the blue sky or the sea. Breathing my inspiration a bit at a time, mixed in the air that comes from the depths of the Mediterranean... salty, fishy, adorned with pearls and corals. Notes of red, blue and gold. Laced with the waves that brake at my feet... and all that is just 30 minutes away from me now! Hard to believe!

I acted on an impulse. I didn´t even wanted to stay in Barcelona anymore. I was feeling so unhappy, so useless, so impotent! It was as if the city and all it's scum had transformed all of the sudden into some kind of a monster, eating me alive, devouring my will to do anything at all! I had been erased, annulled from existence... a terrible way to go! And then... when I saw the add... I felt the little coves of the Costa Brava calling me. I felt the blood in my veins flowing again, rushing through my heart, pumping my dried out arteries.

I heard the call... and I was answering...