And in the night the walls disappeared

I  think a lot about stuff when moving, walking  around. I am assigned, public transport is the most convenient way of moving. Whichever way, making use of public transport is moving, giving time for thought. Not done that for so long it came as a shocking surprise to me the ideas crawling into my head again, ideas previously associated with long walks or ideas that came with lots of idle time.

They came, but as they come they disappeared again like mist before the morning sun. And then they were gone. If you could tell them this, that what was wood became alive, what was wood became alive…