Lying among the birches


fot. A. Bober




Lying among the birches,

do not feel tired, overwhelmed. her blissful peace, only feeling the heat and slow-moving thoughts. The longer is the less not want to get up.
Lying is the manifestation of the carefree, blissful inactivity. Lying, becomes a passive, sleepy, lazy
  she do not feel anger, does not want to scream, thinking more about the good things.
  she smiles, sometimes is bursting with nothing justified joy.
Lying can afford to favorite philosophizing, it is even inspiring. In this time ideas new are born, it drives and aligns.
With pen in hand, covered with a blanket with the sounds of wind and trees in the background …
again writes another letter…
for you