mist above the stream.
The setting sun painted blood-red fields in the past few clouds, which slowly disappear with the sun at horizon. The darkness is spreading only slowly, so that I can extend my walk along the shore yet. The picture of the sunset in me conjures a mood of peace and beauty, combined with a touch of nostalgia for the infinite.
dreamed as a child I often say, infinite, immortal being. At that time I wanted to constantly move around the sun and the clouds dissolve and I in them. I wanted to merge with its beauty and become one with God. My aspirations at that time have remained very much alive today.
When the day I let go and I let go of him, I can redeem myself a piece of myself to-Adherence to the duties of our lives requires a great effort. How much are we tied to our everyday lives, we remember when we - by and by -. Are beginning to set us free, this freedom has a taste of beauty, the smell of infinity and feels like the long-awaited Beloved, on whom we have waited our whole lives.
While I'm on, I meet other people. Walkers, athletes, Cyclists. Some I smile, some smile back. Greetings, a greeting counter; supposed strangeness - but in fact they are my friends on my journey through this mortal existence.
is darker.
I love this time of day in which the outlines of the environment are becoming increasingly blurred. It's like in my dream time in my childhood, I often thought: "Oh, I could only just be all" That little man of that time spoke a great word, without any idea of having them, how much truth already in it stuck.
I'm slowly on the way back.
Despite the darkness, the separated only by a few lanterns lit is, I feel safe. Now I rarely see other people still
This time is my time . Alone in nature, sounds echo from a distance only slightly over to me. My senses are awake and I enjoy this wonderful evening atmosphere. Now I am
still and look at the distant lights of the city. My heart is so much joy that I want to stay here forever and just dissolve me - in the air, in the dark, in the clouds ...
I persist for a moment, filled with happiness, with longing, the lungs full of beautiful, fresh air and then I'm slowly on my way.
The lights are brighter and more numerous. The noise of the city forces itself into my consciousness. I trudge, some panting, up the bridge leading from one to the other side of the River.
Well, tomorrow is a new day, we fill it with physical and mental presence.
My happiness I've found here.
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