True.

I lie in bed and get up, power the laptop and read far away blogs and gush to myself how others could write so flawlessly and captivatingly.

Then I realized something in me. I was writing, and then I was not writing. I was just typing to have some posts published. I do not take care to put much thinking on what I write.

Like what it is that I feel today and was feeling yesterday. The true.

I took an easy walk this morning in the park fronting a lovely river where across I could see the distant dome of a Christian church and set against the early sun, the twin tower of an old European house. I took pictures quickly. Then walked back slowly and behind an alley leading to the garden which I left after breakfast.

True feelings are hard to capture in one's heart or mind. How does one do it? How do I really feel today? When I looked into the view of the river and the church dome and twin tower, my heart was filled with some emotion - a memory perhaps of something I've already seen or someplace where I want to be.

I cannot pinpoint it exactly. What it is. It is just an itch - like when you pull out a band aid from a healed wound - it's an "ouch' sensation. A bit of sting, but refreshing.