Good red wine

Say we can visualize each individual's freedom up to molecule level, in clouds filling the space. There's only so much volume and we shouldn't use more, should we? We shouldn't. Of course, air is volatile and people are kind, understanding and flexible. Still, in this setting, I shouldn't and I cannot take your steps for you. My cloud is nevertheless enough and I can dance farther from its comfortable center, closer to these imprecise limits. I can gently smile while dancing and come closer. And then I can almost feel and draw and connect molecules from your cloud.

Autumn leaves are falling so gently and peacefully that I know I've found myself. And steps in a dance are like a good red wine: you have to give it time.

Non-random thought

You're too much for me Ennis. I wish I knew how to quit you.

The way there

Let me take you to a place you've never been. I like to see it as a very nice place, with trees and a river and.. but let me not tell you too much already. We have to take this first street on the right and continue across the bridge. By the way, how is Berlin? Last time I visited it was full of charm :) Ah, there's more sun now. Yes, I wanted to go to some summer lazy electro music festivals, but somehow didn't make it this year. Oh, we must turn left here, on this wooden bridge. I must confess though that winter was not bad either. I like white .. white in general, yes. You got me with the bike, did you know it? White gives you a clean state of mind, peace, or you name it. That's why I bought white chairs and divider. On a white background it's easier to spot ideas. Yup, straight ahead here. We must make way through the branches. At least the sand is soft and the stones are polished. I know you wouldn't complain, but it will get a bit cooler. This explains why only feathered creatures live here. In the winter they're skiing and in the summer they're painting. One, for example, has started working on a painting this winter. The weird thing is that it was painting while skiing, which distracted it from actually knowing it was painting at the same time. But, as the sun started shining more and more, it started seeing the painting it was creating. At some point, it would have been hard not to notice it. You see it? It's that one there, in the middle of the plain. Precisely, it's hard not to see it. You want to take a closer look? It's a stone painted there. I could feel the stone in my throat and when I swallowed it, it started bouncing. 

Found

My phase of being alone but not lonely.

Silence of the day

“He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.”

― Elbert Hubbard

There is this unlayered world..

"You are alone but that's okay, we're all alone" (Tove Jansson)

http://www.tor.com/blogs/2010/04/daq-talks-moomins

three

I like it when it's sunny cuz I can wear sunglasses
I like it at night cuz I can breath
and you