… Droplets of cold morning dew burn the face a little. So quiet around. All sounds are gone. As if everything stopped for a moment so that you could hear yourself. The beat of your heart. Breath. Thoughts… All the same grass. Strawberry. Daisies… Such a native, painfully native, familiar place. So many years… This dew… And these smells. And the joy of feeling it all. Have time, opportunity. The ability to absorb. Take in and … Live. Live these moments. For how many years, two pairs of footprints remained on the path leading to the river, two went to say hello to water lilies, plunge headlong into this incredibly attractive water element … And then look at each other … Brush off naughty drops from their faces. To warm each other with the warmth of hot hearts and … To love. Loving everything around. Thank Heaven for every moment of being here. Be together. Be near….
Time is fleeting. Everything passes. Everything is changing. Now there is only one pair of footprints… The usual trodden path to that very attractive element. The same pitchers. He plunged headlong, brushed off the naughty drops, but already from his face. And you look somewhere in the distance, where, perhaps, the same tired eyes reflecting the Sky are looking for you. And then … Warm up with a hard towel. Thank Heaven for the opportunity and desire to be here. Believe . Believe the same. No matter what. Hope. And love like before. To love all living things. To love every moment that is so fleeting. Take a deep breath and come back. To come here again tomorrow. This place will forever be yours. And you will also walk quietly along the familiar path, very quietly, so as not to accidentally frighten off Your Personal Happiness, which carefully follows You, not knowing how to approach you…