Wheather circumstances always are a source of inspiration.
No matter what type of wheather.
Stable, unstable, changing, silent, windy,
warm, cold, colors or just grey…
The only thing I have to do is to look outside,
to smell the air, look at the sky,
into the light or the dark,
and feel the wind’s direction.
It’s like a new history,
bearing a promise,
about a future that’s coming up.
Not bothering about what happened in the past.
The flow goes on and on,
To an endless eternity.