It had rained all night and it was still misty in the morning when I went out. I went walking down the path to Margranen, where this old car has been parked since so many years I can remember.

The air was thick of rich and fresh smells, even if there is nothing in bloom yet. It felt that I could get drunk of the smell. As I walked the path there were so many different bird songs; unfortunately my bird knowledge isn't very good, so I couldn't recognise them, but it was wonderful.

I saw nobody on the way there and I haven't talked to anyone in two days. Just complete silence. It is not very easy to be alone with all the thoughts and feelings but I think this is very healthy. I am learning not to escape myself in any way.