Stock Market Mood

Some change in routines has forced us back on the bike. It would take twice as long to travel by bus and it is a price neither Tobi or I is willing to pay. Of course, he could just sleep in and show up at work whenever but he has a sense of solidarity it seems an appreciated one. I think finding out that I carry spare hat, scarf and cat shaped chocolate biscuits for him in my bag has grown me into a respected buddy in his eyes. And he thinks the new job is totally fun, people around and stuff in a bright and tidy office block but I’m sure it will wear off. It has for me after the two days. Once I can quit working with this company I will never walk another step in my life which will be fun to watch I’m sure.

I stole a pulla today.

There it is, I said it. If there any of you out there Anarcho-Capitalist I’m sure you will understand. Especially if I bothered to elaborate but let us just go with Proudhon and save us from lengthy explanations: ‘Property is theft’
Owning the pulla, for the short time before it disappeared into the depths of stomachs we were thieves thieving from thieves. Things run in the family I guess.

Yeah, I was gonna write about Stock Markets here…
South Wind has run out of breath… Tobi is excited… I seem to lost the will to write on… Tobi is excited and is demanding me to write… I sit… he bites I’m gonna keep writing so south wind has run out of breath and that means only one thing in conclusion.
There are no more clouds coming this way, they don’t ride on relatively warm air and they don’t shelter us preventing the little heat left in the ground from escaping towards the stars or the bright blue sky. The sun is weak and doesn’t seem to have the will to climb anywhere high anymore, especially not in the sky. Maybe, after an ever shortening day at work when getting comfy at home he climbs the ladder loosing balance a bit to get some jam off the top shelf for the toast he is gonna enjoy while watching Cori, Prison Break or the like. Provided his English is good enough to understand such shows and he has a TV.
As I said, south wind running out of breath means only one thing and that is Winter, Winter coming. I could smell her for days while South Wind slowly died down. I can smell her tonight when I stand on the balcony shivering cold staring into to the darkness of the long night broken only by a whole bunch of street lamps, window lights, the light pollution from the city and my bright ideas.

Tobi is excited. It’s coming at last. This time last year he has bee asleep for weeks already.
On the way home because we cycle through woods now instead of Tuira we stopped to sit on a bench for a cup of herb tea and an afternoon snack. It was cold and the sun coming from behind played wonderful games on the trees and their bare branches in between shadows. I thought I saw fairies playing in a distance and voicing my suspicion ignited us into a bit of fairy chase. Hunt.

We came out empty handed and without any trouble, no trick and such so we came to the conclusion they must have beggared off to some warmer place for the winter. Or they just hid from us to avoid having to talk with a dragon wearing hat and scarf stuffing himself with cat shaped choc biscuits. Or they weren’t around at all and I was just too tired and was seeing things. After all, when getting home I managed to read a whole article in the papers without having the faintest idea of what I have read for sleeping through the reading.
It’s time for bed.

I guess what I’m trying to say that I really got used to South Wind and all the troublesome goodies he brought, the rain especially. It was beginning to feel homely and now…
My mood is crashed, for the time being, till