strawberry cake

...the first thing that came to my mind as a title for the first post here, without the words "beginning", "life" or "hello". I guess I'm gonna bake a cake with berries today.

Today has already been great. As usual, I woke up in a new bed (alone - I'm just traveling), putting on music and seeing what kind of emotions are facing me. Yeah, same old thing, it's basically a long yearningful sigh, accompanied by either Ben Howard, or Daughter. This is nice, I thought, but it's getting old. All this pondering about the people and places of the last two months, the old friends and new encounters... Time to let go, east cost! Oh, and is this some sun through the window? Olivia is still sleeping, I'm gonna take a walk.

The air outside is cold and crisp, the sun is just above the treetops in the suburbs of Santa Rosa, I don't know where I am, but heading east is always a good idea. Tuning in with Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros: Here, album on shuffle.
The first song has to be All Wash Out, if this doesn't help me letting go, nothing will. I don't know the neighbourhood, just walk towards the sun, hoping to find a park or something similar. Two turns and I'm in front of a little path along a stream, singing: "Too much my defenses are dangling from the chain. Oh but free, free is something to blieve in."
Fiya Wata, haven't heard that one before, but of course it fits perfect. It feels like this is the first morning, everything is special and wonderful. My ears are cold and my hands are burried deep in the pockets of my sweater, my heart leaps with joy. With big eyes I look at the sunrays through the trees, watch the birds and the huge grey squirrels. Child comes up, and I feel the same curiosity and amazement as one. I don't know where I am or even what the street is called that Olivia lives on (she drove me there last night), so I just keep walking, knowing I'll always find my way back.
Of course I can't quite forget the past weeks on the east cost, it was both too beautiful and horrible to just leave behind. At least this little walk helps me making peace with it, a little bit. Dear Believer, Man On Fire and One Love To Another lead me along the creek, some friendly people walking their dogs say good morning, I like that friendliness.
Before I turn back I see a playground, the swings attract me like a magnet. The shuffle hits That's What's Up, I think of the video and smile. Unfortunately the swing is wet, damn reality, this wouldn't happen in a movie! But I notice the palm trees and wonder how they stand the cold, oh, I should jogg, my legs feel frozen. I Don't Wanna Pray, no, I don't need to. I have no idea what tomorrow will bring but I'm not worried. A life without plans is good for a while, no need to become impatient, good things are happening all of the time. And yet I'm running, I arrive at the house before Mayla is finished, the last song of the album. What an amazing way of listening to new music, and how magically it'd fit, every single song. Yeah, life is great like that.

Now, it's time to bake a cake!
One more thing. Welcome to my new blog! Next time you'll hear more about San Francisco, dancing in the a musuem and how we saw hills that have eyes.