It was one of those days, just a minute away from snowing. You could smell the snow in the air. The trees creak under the weight of it. The nature is covered by this white coat which conceals every little sound. There is silence around you. Maybe it’s more a feeling, what you hear, something, what is formed in your mind to a sound of silence.
It was one of those days you think this is the highest point in life. You think nothing could top this experience. You feel lucky, standing on top of this little hill, seeing the sun go down. The mountains glow by the last light of the day and there are no wishes left for the moment. Nothing what’s important enough to kill this incredible moment. You feel this inner strength and at the same time you feel this infinitive power of nature. You feel big and small at the same time. It feels like you could hug the whole planet but being just a little piece of it.
The whole day you had lived in this micro-cosmos and with climbing this problem from one second to the other the world became big, bigger than you have ever felt before. It’s like waking up from a long-time dream which became reality.
