Cloudy Time

"Snow falls in the mountains, while here, the rain and the clouds cover the city. Cloudy time to sleep more than to make anything.  People sleeping in their rooms, do not care how the time passes. It's time to leave the world go without us. Cloudy time to any idea. To any important thing, to any important thought.

Is the end week of one of my travels. I'm back to the mountains, before to go to the place named my home, and I understand, one more time, that "my home" is any place. The problem of the emigrant (or common migrant), I'm of somewhere and nowhere. A strange gypsy of the 21th century world without being Rom.

I remember the biblical passage  about the moment when Eve and Adan ate the fruit of the good and evil. Before, they were happy. Without knowing, the happiness is walking in the place called paradise. After, they toured the world searching the paradise. Happiness no appears forever, but the trips made known, and to distinguish the true happiness and the true sadness.  I remember this passage because before to know, before my travels, the satisfaction to stay on the same place should be called happiness.... but after the trips, one thing missing, and the paradise is not found.

Always, nostalgia of the other place appears on the mind. The nest, the first place, the last one..., people and moments in the place. The problem with the knowledge is that it does not bring happiness. Happiness is given by other things.

What other things? Things such as the possibility to sleep without remorse, forget the world not a moment but yes many hours, enjoying the cloudy days. Finding the time to not think and forget the balance between the reason and feeling. A moment so that no one cares".