I find myself thinking about time. How relative it could seem.

June is almost gone.

The missing weeks on my blog do not mean that nothing has been happening to me. But these happenings are mostly taking place in my soul and - I'm ever so sorry - at this point I cannot share them with you. When the time comes - again, time - I'll write of it.

I miss the Summer. Here the weather is what I would rather call Spring, even when there is some generous sunshine. The breeze is always cool, mostly coming from the West or North. When my free time and the weather collide I go for walks, recently into the nearby wood. Such greenery, fragrance of the moist soil, the wise trees and the birds' songs fill me with peace. Everything is happening at the right time... Even if I sometimes feel a little isolated here. For real happenings in our lives do not care where we are.

Finally I managed to visit again my old tree-friend at the top of Knockfarrell hill. I'd been sitting at his roots, looking down at grazing sheep and winding country lanes. This time he (the tree) was rather quiet, I think he was dozing in the sunshine.

I'm often visiting the Library in Dingwall. Mostly they do not have the books which I'm looking for (for example Dr. Doolittle), so I try to choose at random. Just the other day I've borrowed a book called Miss Garnet's Angel. It's a contemporary novel, set in Venice. Oh, how I would like to see Venice again! Not the touristic Venice, but the shabby houses, squares with sneaking cats, churches with the Angels' paintings and the old Jewish quarter...

Next week my Polish colleagues are coming back from their holiday. Work will be a little more relaxed, but others go for their holidays, too. I still have to wait, 55 days more, for mine.

My dear Daniela, thank you for your comment! You know, when I close my eyes, I sometimes see the palm trees by the old road, the ruins of Amiera and even the small dogs, looking at me when passing by the Amiera train station...and of course, not only these, but much much more things!