I am walking on the same tarmac as so many times before. I remember all the holes and cracks on the ground in which wild flowers grow. In the shop I am wondering who I should greet, who I know good enough and who is just someone I know from ...
I find myself dreaming
Summer smells around me
The birds have flown to the garden and started singing
The wind catches the branches of that big birch
Makes the green leaves swinging
The swinging reminds me of the thousand tries
Of flying ...