I have no doubt I belong to the forest:
to the tall walls of pines,
the soft moss under my feet and
all green needles around.
I was walking along the lake as much as I could.
Few days there seems to be not enough when you try to rest,
when you try to ‘breath’.
Especially when you don’t want to leave the whole great beauty
and silence which makes you sensitive to every sound.
Those days were like a foretaste of everything good.
Experienced with people who are the happiest part of my way Home.