The 25th is the day after Christmas here, so after half the morning reading the Kindle book I’d gotten (Cuckoo’s Calling) and playing a few games on Kinect (I bowl much better with a virtual ball), I decided to go out for a walk in my new shoes.
It was that or sit around the house and watch Home Alone (in Czech). Though some may bemoan our snowless Christmas (same as last year) I am pretty happy with it. Snow is pretty for about 5 minutes , and if that 5 minutes happens sometime in the middle of February and then goes away, I will be a happy camper.
When I lived in Los Angeles, I found the lack of seasonal variation boring, but 4 seasons is one too many. I would like 3. A nice, long Spring, Summer, and an Autumn that segues back into Spring, that would be my ideal and if anybody knows someplace on the planet like that, let me know.
It wasn’t even particularly cold or windy today, the sky was cloudy enough to be interesting but not to be threatening. It was a good day for a walk. I walked up out of the village, past the little farm that has sheep and goats, they all looked at me, wondering, probably, why this strange human was out of doors when none of the others were.
I walked past that where the road turns to mud and then turns left and goes past a duck pond and then comes to a paved road again and this is where it got interesting. I’d never been that way before but figured the road must connect somewhere and I’d just come back from a different direction, but I like to explore so that’s the way I went. That road also ended in a T junction and I went left again because left and left and left sets you right, and then I came to a little village that just seemed so quiet and isolated I felt like I’d stumbled across Brigadoon, the only person I saw as I walked through the village from one end to the other, was a young girl with very fake blonde hair, crouched down by the side of her house smoking a cigarette.
I am still in the habit of thinking that roads must connect to other roads and if you keep on going you will get somewhere, but that is not always the case in Česky Raj. At the lower end of the town the road petered out into a forest trail, so I turned back before I got really lost.
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