On My Way to Work

My first video. This a part of my daily bikeride
to my work. Think I'm gonna do this more often.
I kinda like it. So more to come...

Where are you...man of my dreams?

Found these beautiful lyrics on Red Bubble.com. It's written by Rock. I would love to have a man whisper them in my ear by the light of the full moon. Someday. Somewhere...maybe.

Well it's a marvelous night for a moondance

With the stars up above in your eyes

A fantabulous night to make romance

'neath the color of October skies.

And all the leaves on the trees are falling 

To the sound of the breezes that blow

And I'm trying to please to the calling

Of your heartstrings that play soft and low.

You know the nights magic, seems to whisper and hush,

You know the soft moonlight, seem to shine-In your blush

Can I just have one more moondance with you-my love?

Can I just make some more romance with you-my love?

Well I wanna make love to you tonight,

I can't wait till the morning has come

And I know now the time is just right,

and straight into my arms you will run.

And when you come my heart will be waiting.

To make sure that you're never alone

There and then all my dreams will come true dear,

There and then I will make you my own.

Traveling First Class

Once in a while I treat myself on a first class train-ticket. It so insanely crowded in the morning, I sometimes feel imaginary little Japanese men push me into a train that can't possibly hold more people then it does now...but I have to get/jump/dive in. And while I'm struggling not to touch 20 sweaty persons p/m2 all at once, I remember the station wagon passing me by like a heaven of tranquility...first class...laptops on laps, utter silence, room to breath, room to move, fresh air... not recycled a trillion times...

So sometimes I just indulge myself and buy this overly expensive ticket. But somehow it doesn't feel right, I enter with a feeling of utter misplacement. Sure that everyone looks up and knows I don't belong. Knows that I'm just a second class pirate sneaking into their realm, ready to bolt at the first sign of a ticket-collector. And the feeling never seems to wanna go away, not even the delicious seats that curve just right around my back, seem to let me forget... But when I finally exhale, something always happens, like a couple entering with a very noisy, annoying little brat of a kid. A person sitting next to me, wiggling about, sneezing and radiating utter stress. First class isn't what it's supposed to be to me.

I hope some day I will sit in my dearly payed seat, oblivious to my suroundings...relaxed and f...ing enjoying my money's worth.
That will be the day.