I have been taking the time to wake up slowly. 1,5 hours before the train leaves, even though it takes half an hour to reach the station and 15 minutes to get ready, if I’m efficient. Still, I want the time to drink my tea slowly, getting dressed while my mind wanders and pack without hurry. I am still walking rather quick – I work on lowering my pace. Setting my feet down mindfully, spreading the toes and lifting the arch of the foot a little. The crows are having a party as I set out this morning in Warsaw.

I sleep well. In every place I’ve stayed sleep has come easily and laid thick. It might be all the walking. As I notice myself getting more easily overwhelmed, I go to bed earlier. I wake up healed. Not completely rested – I would need a couple of days of low input for that by now – but healed enough to keep walking, to keep following my curiosity and to have curiosity to follow. These big cities have been draining me with all their noise and movement, but I will find some days to rest soon, I tell myself. Soon. And until then I will rest on the train.

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(This story told in pictures.)