Again, the train. On time.
It's 4:50 in the afternoon and I'm watching the sun set, illuminating the autumn landscape as it slides into the horizon. Farms and silos, square patches of green and darker green and yellow and orange and all colors of warmth and glow. Sunrise on the ride into the office, though more misty and colder, sunset on the ride home. It's beautiful, yes.
It is also only a month or so away from the dark days. Waking in the dark, going to work in the dark, leaving the office in the dark, coming home on the train... you guessed it, IN THE DARK. Scandinavia suposedly has the highest suicide rate in the world. It's also the richest and happiest. How can you rely on anything that contradicts on a fundamental basis? I think statistic are just a fun party trick, like sound bites and quotes- Taken out of context you can inject them into any conversation to give it spark.
This week holds a few activities. Today Hubs and I take a visit to the American embassy to experience a little cusine. An initiative of the embassy is to invite for dinner, guests of various company activity clubs. Sort of like a communal activity for all the highschool glee clubs to participate in. A little prestige, a little bit of culture.. This is the first time my passport, a metal detector and a pat down was required to eat dinner. But there you have it. Security is the drug that America has been trying to seriously kill itself with for the last 10 years, with much success I'll add. Fear is just the best cohersion technique ever discovered... Okay.. straying...
Høje Taastrup is leaving the horizon and I don't have any more to purge.
See ya tomorrow.