Summer time is arriving. Today, a solar eclipse just happened, they say is some type of re-start. If they are right, I think it is my case, I am definitely re-starting myself. It’s not like starting again, but more a re-boot, an update to a better version of this software of mine.

The castle of the loneliness helps, even though it is not a lonely place at all. It is full with brilliant minds, chill humans, vibrant birds, friendly snails and humble trees. The forest’s maze offers conferences with the silence and parties under the rain.

So many things to do, words to write, books to read, friends to meet, music to hear, pianos to play, notebooks to draw on, maps to forget, postcards to send, days to see.

Today I found a poem by Christina Rosetti (1830) a romantic poet, that came to my mind coming back to the castle all the way up the hill. I guess I feel like this, arriving to the castle's beds.

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?

Yes, to the very end.

Will the day's journey take the whole long day?

From morn to night, my friend.

But is there for the night a resting-place?

A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.

May not the darkness hide it from my face?

You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?

Those who have gone before.

Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?

They will not keep you standing at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?

Of labour you shall find the sum.

Will there be beds for me and all who seek?

Yea, beds for all who come.