yesterday tommy, bob and i went for a trip to a mountain not very far from where we live. we had seen a little lake with a nice name on the map, just at the foot of a little hill, which we wanted to see. so we packed a little picknick and started our little excursion. everything was "perfect"; a nice path to walk on, the sun in the correct angle to find us through the trees, only "natural sounds" (i.e. no road sounds or humming from electric cables) and a happy, running, playing old dog. and of course coca cola in the bag :)

we never found the lake (or the other lake we decided that we'd at least be able to find...), but we had a nice picknick on a big pink rock that had been slightly warmed by the sun. bob wasn't very happy about how the picknick turned out though; he doesn't like paths that don't lead anywhere. and when we were looking for the second little lake and bob realised that we for the second time didn't know where we were going, he just turned around and rushed back to the car :)

after our little outing we went to långsele, as i had a meating with the physiotherapist. as i was lying there with little needles in my back and feet, looking at a plastic basket for "contaminated waste only", i was surprised with how quickly the settings can change. one minute i'm sitting on a warm pink rock eating home made buns with my husband and my dog, feeling the sun warm my bare feet and discussing how much the trees had grown last summer. next minute (or at least hour and a half: we had to walk back from the stone) i'm lying on a paper sheet in a darkened room with pictures of humans with no skin on the walls... as i was putting my jeans on after the acupuncture some pine needles and blueberry sprigs fell on the floor. i started to pick them up, but decided to let them be... hopefully they could cheer the physiotherapists up, reminding them of the nature outside :)
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