wind therapy

Sometimes it seems I haved lived in a cave for a long time and all I've seen is my own neighborhood. But there is so much to stumble on in my lovely Riga and outside of it. It is never too late to open your eyes wider. In the middle of a windy fake-summer night I ended up biking to a jetty that lies between the river and the sea and holds a red lighthouse. Some wind-blown drips gradually grew into the awaited spring rain and made the air smell like summer. Breathe in, breathe out, smile. [18.04.13]