Far from huge social themes, extra complex analysis, or deep personal revelations, I thought today I should just share one of those tiny, tiny event that pave my days.
This morning, like any other work day, I left at 7h15, and made my 20 minutes stroll to the train station. I have been doing that for 8 months now. So I know the way to get there (and, mind you I knew the way before that because I already lived there, and had to make the same trip down the train station).
I like my morning stroll. I could easily get a bus to bring me to the station, but I rather prefer walking there. My itinerary goes thru really calm parts of town, so at this hour I am the only one walking in the streets, and it’s soothing, I can observe the streets, or more usually wander in my mind.
Well this morning, I was so into my own little world that, as I came across the long stairs I need to climb down, I actually continued forward for another 100 meters. Only then did I register I was on the wrong path, and turned around to get on tracks.
Nothing extraordinary, barely worth mentioning really. Who never missed its street in a moment of inattention? (Though it must still be less common while walking than while driving…)
BUT, the thing is, I KNEW I was missing my corner… Just took me 100m to accept that I had to go back 
Here’s exactly what happened:
I am walking, thinking of a woman resurrecting from her ashes, like a Phoenix, and finally coming to terms with her long misunderstood powers (don’t ask, just accept I have strange thoughts sometimes…)
I see the stairs, I TURN MY HEAD and actually identify them. At that moment, it is very clear in my mind that I should turn. Yet, I continue forward, absorbed by the scene playing in my head. A little farther I think over the images filling my head “did you just passed the stairs? I think you did…” Only then do I stop, make my way back and get down the stairs, while continuing with my Phoenix lady story in the background… A quite typical morning for me indeed!
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