Today I feel the cold air and listen to the birds, it is a peaceful morning. I have a dream made of strings, I want to create something for me, to play it and hear it and feel it vibrate, there are shapes and sounds and visions of amazing paths.
I think of this and see and the mountains far away, it is something powerful, they seem to care about me. I was many times blind but I can see they are there, as they were there long time ago and they will be here for ages.
I see the clouds moving and creating new forms, I see the trees' leaves dancing with the breeze, and I feel fine. I know time is going on steady, we are the sons of the sun and we are moving too.