aftermath

= Day 50 =

Now, a few days later, I still find it hard to step back and look at everything that happened from a distance. I'm still "there," in the thick of it, with my feelings and thoughts. I'm still somewhere in the mountains, sleeping alone in a tent deep in the woods, climbing the highest peaks on my bicycle and beyond, tormented by nightmares on Meganom, attacked by dogs on Ai-Petri, swarmed by ticks. I gaze at the bright Moon on the beach, reflected in the waters of the Black Sea, and meet the crimson dawn on Mount Koldun. A stool flies at me, I run for a bucket of water to wash Karina's foot, and I meet dear friends in the most unexpected corners. And ahead of me rides a girl on a bicycle down the street of nighttime Sochi, whom I never caught up with… To be continued…