Music is a magical thing. It has the power to make you feel something deeper and bigger than yourself. As someone who struggles with mental illnesses, that power can be transformational. It can make you feel happy, it can help you get out a good cry when you need to, it can connect you with memories or dreams or hopes, it can ground you in the present. It’s potential is unlimited.
My first stop this morning was Slovín, a war memorial and military cemetery. The closest transportation stop is about 10-15 minutes walking from the memorial, and most of that is stairs. I was so grateful that, thanks to on and off rain, it finally cooled off a bit and I managed to make it to the top without being drenched in sweat.
I barely slept last night because the heat right now is so miserable. I'm from South Carolina, I'm used to extreme heat (albeit, with widely available air conditioning). But this is something else - this is Lucifer. It's particularly bad in my room, which has no ventilation and a window that lets in all the sun light, making it so much worse. So when my alarm went off this morning, it took every ounce of will power to force myself out of bed instead of trying to get a few more hours of sweaty sleep. But I did get up and made it into the city centre in time for the 11:00 Bratislava free walking tour.