It's always darkest before the dawn
In 2009 I came to an island in the baltic sea to retreat and nourish my soul. I was going through a lot of pain in my heart and Florence' music was speaking to my soul - I listened to her album non stop.. by the water's edge looking at the night sky letting my tears run... amongst he familiar trees in the little park and woods nearby... on the bicycle while riding across the island to get to the ocean...
Once, on my way back on a hot summer's day, it was already getting dark... I had enjoyed the warm summer breeze by the sea to the max, but I had simply forgotten to consider that the way back takes about 2 hrs to get home. AND that the light of the old bike didn't work. Period. I never checked since I did not think I'd be coming home in the dark.
Her music was helping me to keep a fast pace. Racing over the island and enjoying the vibe, taking it in fully - and suddenly I saw sth black coming towards me - it was a matter of seconds... and sth hit me right on my eye (right or was it left? I dont recall to be honest), but I has collided with a bird! I also wondered if it was an apple, but there were not apple trees nearby, plus it was somewhat fluffy if you can make it up from a brief meeting point and in a split second.
It did give me a little shock to be honest and slightly blue eye... so funny how the story around my eyes, my vision, evolved further along the years. And is evolving still.
TBC ♥