Cats and Owls in the Night

How can I describe the feeling of movement? How to make clever remarks about rather dull boxes filled with books? Well, I heard an owl just a few days ago which made made me stop and contemplate the night and the morning after night. I sat down on a bench and listend through a Dire Straits record. When I neared the end the had started to crawl up the mountains surrounding Bergen. It was at this time I realized that the owls and cats had left the night, I was nearing my waking hours. Entering my flat at this time, in silence, only the slow whisteling of the morning sun and the dull sound of my flatmates snoring reminded me that I am not alone, and I am rather thankful for that. But, when I was sitting in my room, well actually sitting in my room listening to some goodnight jazz, I glanced out of the window of my bedroom and said hello to an early morning cat who greeted my late night with an early morning greeting.

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When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.

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When merry milkmaids click the latch,
And rarely smells the new-mown hay,
And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch
Twice or thrice his roundelay,
Twice or thrice his roundelay;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.

Lord Tennyson

A traveller is contemplating his journey

I am again about to embark on a journey to an unknown place and for a measure of time I do not know. The pursuit of happines and knowledge will take me to places I do no yet know and people I have yet to meet. For the last couple of days my time has been spent on sitting in the library coffee bar chatting with friends about the books we are currently reading and the films we are about to read, I have been drinking beer while discussing international politics, television programs and pizza recipes all jumbled together forming a good time well spent.

These few days I have been sitting in my comfy chair drinking tea thinking of knowledge yet to gain and new friends to drink coffee and discuss life, universe and something else not yet known to me with.

I can with confidence say that I am truly looking forward to undertake a new adventure.

MOST sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path there be or none,
While a fair region round the traveller lies
Which he forbears again to look upon;
Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene,	5
The work of Fancy, or some happy tone
Of meditation, slipping in between
The beauty coming and the beauty gone.
—If Thought and Love desert us, from that day
Let us break off all commerce with the Muse:	10
With Thought and Love companions of our way—
Whate'er the senses take or may refuse,—
The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews
Of inspiration on the humblest lay.

W. Wordsworth