I see this chain of hills through the window , sitting in the canteen during my break from work . That's a precious half an hour . I can forget for a moment all working routine - swipe your card when starting a shift , charge your I-fob , then log in your accessories , with specific numbers . Start the first assignment by pressing enter ,and again the next assignment . Remember to log off if you need to change battery and log in again when it is done . And so on .
On the break you are shortly out of the system . Looking out of the window towards this greenery makes me relaxed - other people seem to be not interested in outside world - they just talk or sit deep in theirs thoughts . But I always look at this direction . The other day I noticed a road running on top of the hills and sometimes I could spot the car driving there . Probably the road used by local farmers - who else could use this road high on the hills ?
Not long ago I decided to ride over these hills and having finished my shift one evening I found the way to the hills . In the setting Sun the road winding amongst the fields and grassland led me through idyllic scenery .
Like on this photograph below .
Amongst green leaves I found the gold - the last message of the sinking sun .
