[Skybird]

From last Sunday to this Monday we had here summer weather, day and night: temperatures well above 30 °, but the sun was laserbeaming no more, was milder. Blue clear sky until just now, eight days in a row, while in the vegetation there is already the announcement of the coming play of colors.

And me?

I spent an enchanted week, I got up contentedly, I spent the day contentedly, and I went to sleep contentedly. I did the few daily chores that I have to do and enjoyed the balcony, read, dozed, did some kwiggle tours for an hour (its my sports and exercising), and nothing else. Completely satisfied and unexcited.

A perfect week, you know? Perfect. Made by gods, to give man abundant gifts in a moment of limbo, just like that.

In fact, I am a bit stunned.

It sounds mundane, but really, this week was special, even though there was nothing special in it. For many years I have not felt such a long-lasting contentment and peacefulness - and that, although last Monday it started with a very slight accident, when I hit a parked car while turning. Someone was sitting in it. And it was a police commissioner. Well, it was all friendly and unexciting, and he also left the slight scratch as it was without any consequences.

It was an incredible week, as light as a breath, as beautiful as a sunbeam and as lighthearted as the flight of a swallow. A week like it has not been for many years. I am - grateful. Very.