You're standing in front of the river watching the water. Everything seems to be peaceful and calm. Slow and quiet river, neglected and even special nature. You want to touch everything, because you remember this place from the childhod. This sweetish fresh air and the cold water, the far high sky and the scratchy grass.
But today you see the things differently. Today you do hear the chirping of grasshoppers and blackbirds' noise. You realize the water to have turned into something muddy and much more narrow. Barking dogs, muffled voices, remote knock of a train's wheels make you think wider and open the mind. You catch some sour smack in the air and reminisce about this wild apples' smell. Actually smells here much differ. They are as mild and soft and extremely pleasant so you want them to accompany you everywhere.
It's getting dark and the nature is going to fall into the night, as it feels it. Your hands are frozen, so is the nose; and the ground, you're sitting on, is already cold. The sky is bright and colourful due to the evening sun and the air's getting stronger.
But today you see the things differently. Today you do hear the chirping of grasshoppers and blackbirds' noise. You realize the water to have turned into something muddy and much more narrow. Barking dogs, muffled voices, remote knock of a train's wheels make you think wider and open the mind. You catch some sour smack in the air and reminisce about this wild apples' smell. Actually smells here much differ. They are as mild and soft and extremely pleasant so you want them to accompany you everywhere.
It's getting dark and the nature is going to fall into the night, as it feels it. Your hands are frozen, so is the nose; and the ground, you're sitting on, is already cold. The sky is bright and colourful due to the evening sun and the air's getting stronger.
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