Forest flowers ..... This time a walk in the woods was a feast for the eyes .... Colorful flowers everywhere ... it was warm for a couple of days and the flower hurried to open ....
"We don't have to worry, children… It's all written up there somewhere, in the stars…
Aha…
Only the handwriting is a bit illegible?
- The key is in our dreams… Dreams are these wonderful reservoirs of our future.. "
I also came across white violets ...
Spring ... forest ... flowers ...
My thought wanders about transience .... As the day passes faster and faster for me, then a week, like one long day ... A month runs like a week ... And you don't even notice the year ... and Balašević is nicely packaged ...
.. "Yes, I thought a lot about Time, about our executioner, but not about the time that passes (or that we go through), but about the Time that sows us in its field, carelessly, like a tired clover farmer from an old felt hat…
I could have been born quite easily in Ulan Bator, one thousand three hundred and seven? On the Cordilleras, next spring. Or on the same coast, but thirty centuries earlier?
The Lost roam the planet, misplaced, desperately searching for those who could be so dear and close to them so easily, and I really don't know what's worse anymore?
To miss that Someone of Yours for a thousand years and a thousand kilometers, or for a couple of decades and a trivial hundred kilometers… Damn… Or for two floors? Twenty-one steps… And for a few black and white cubes on the floor of the hospital hallway?.. "
"And for life we will easily… It's just another one of those lives when you're not doing well anyway, my old man…"
Sentimentality in the spring ... But just a little ... In the further walk my thoughts slowly dissipated ... disappeared ... there was silence, peace that filled me to the bottom ...🌼
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