Today I made a spontaneous trip to an old ruin - well, actually it was more a "if I'm close I might as well go there"-thing, but because of that, I didn't bring my camera with me. So, my phone had to do the trick, but... meh... still could kick myself.
And of course, the best thing (except from crawling through every opening that seems juuuust big enough, to explore every little corner) is climbing around the outer walls. It's hard to tell from that angle, but the wall was actually quite high.
The other side of the wall however... not only is it quite the drop, it also leads right to a steep hillside, down through the woods.
But the way home made me really melancholic and I can't even say why. It was already late evening and I was sitting in the train, headphones on, just watching the lights ripping apart the darkness. I felt and still feel... kind of lost. Maybe it's because lately I rediscovered emotions that were gone for a while. Things, I actually like about me. And I don't know, what happened to this old me, because the person I have to deal with now, is nobody I especially care for.