What is my job on this planet? I was contemplating that as i walked home with a bag of flour under my arm and a kombucha in the other, down our street that’s covered in orange and yellow leaves. It’s a mild October day and I left the house at 7am. I watched the sunrise from the U-bahn. It was pink and dark blue, totally perfect and beautiful over the Berlin skyline. And the train was nearly empty. Another win. As I rose from the underground steps, I spotted an old tree, standing elegantly in the morning blue, pre-sunrise light. Before reaching out to touch it, I looked if anyone was looking. Trees are sacred. Mornings are sacred. The sauna totally relaxed me and I dozed off on the tram home, then contemplated my Job on this planet and my life’s purpose after my stop at the store to get flour, kombucha, baking soda and what I thought was hot chocolate but turned out to be a mug microwave cake which I failed at making because I didn’t know how much 200 grams was. The leaves are yellow outside our window. It happened so fast, the change.
⋘ Azure Rouet ⋙
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