The flight of the albatross - Day 1

My dreams have been so clear and well-defined since a long time. A house with a garden and a library in Leiden, Oxford, travels, various universities of the world for my research stays. Beautiful books in English, somewhere between two G's, George Steiner and Giorgio Agamben. 
The only difference is that now I open my wings to go for them. Embrace them, accept them to come. 
Old writings are about to be published, one by one, across the coming months. Nothing, or very little, on stock. I'm ready to open a new chapter, as I contemplate the waves, splashing, building up Turner's maritime mists. My right arm is sunburned, and aching in spite of various layers of argan oil.