time to go home… running away from bustle, anxieties and countless troubles, wishing to forget them at least for a short while… running away from bored to insanity monotony, which insidiously and slowly burns out all colors of life, leaving behind nothing but grey ashes that gradually cover eyes with an impenetrable shroud and make inconspicuous everything around you even the most vivid and unforgettable… running away just to be in solitude, to be alone with my thoughts…. so, running away from all this and not only (from this?), I rush at a full speed by bicycle along noisy motorway counting down meters remaining to the cherished turn, to the turn which will leave all this madness world similar to an ear noise somewhere out there, behind me, just like you’ve closed a window and a long-awaited silence and calmness fell in the room. It’s a wonderful place, as when you cover not more than 100 meters everything around calms down dramatically so that you start hearing how merrily buzz tires of your wheels that carry you away further and further from the former world of fuss. Two more minutes and I finally reach my cherished place – I stand on the shore of a gulf. The wind so fresh and a bit cool blows on me slightly, sometimes completely disappearing, waves lazily nearly reluctantly appear on the surface of water and the sun is setting very slowly, giving rise to thousands and thousands of new motley lights in water. Echoes of seagulls flying not far away reach your ears and a deliberately swinging on waves buoy betrays his presence with a ring of a bell but with a so gentle and careful ring that it seems like he doesn’t want to wake everything up, to break this reigned peace... So right at this place a can just do nothing, not think about anything, about anything at all, forget about all problems that disturbed me and just simply admire the scenery. And only an approaching night lighting the city which is in the distance makes you come back to reality reminding that it’s already time to go home…