The bike ride from Portoroz to Piran was very nice, I love biking through beautiful places, it gives me joy and makes me smile no matter how I feel. Then after a bit of research I found my place to play during the sunset. Exactly the place I thought about, next to the church on the hill. The atmosphere was magical, very silent, the air was dry enough for a bright and susteined sound. I received 6 or 7 new mementos in my journal. When the sun went down at 21, people mostly left and some clubbing music started in the distance, so I decided to stop or maybe look for a more silent place. I found a pretty one, but I played only two compositions, mostly for myself and my recorder. At that point I was already feeling a bit melancholic, my dear evening blues. When I’m away from home, they are more intense. I was missing home already, and feeling a bit lonely. Escaping didn’t work.
Good thing there was the bike ride back to Portoroz.
