My backyard

I live in Volkeswil, a town 10 minutes by train to the heart of Zurich. Scoping out my town one day I found my place of comfort and my sanctuary; my track and my backyard. A sidewalk runs along this lake, with hills in the foreground and the infinite alps in the background. I wish my feet could take me further…there are many secretly hidden villages waiting to be explored…but, then again, we are still so early in the trip. Tucked within the lakeside is a small village called Greifensee. On Saturdays city folk come to enjoy the lake, stroll along the waterway, have coffee, watch the kids play….last Saturday we were serenaded by a older German man singing only Cat Stevens…”from the moment I could talk, I was ordered to listen. Now there’s a way and I know that I have to go away. I know, I have to go away.” Then he made us join in (completely surprised how many knew the lyrics in English I might add)…”All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside, It’s hard, but it’s harder to ignore it. If they were right, I’d agree, but it’s them they know not me.” All together now he yelled (almost as if trying to share a darken, suppressed desire) ….”I know I have to go away.”

Not sue if it gets much better than that….and the children played, caffeine buzzes filled the air, Cat Stevens played on, and the sun shined…

i enjoy taking up space here....