The day started with grey, deathlike, rainy sky, cool temperature and the smell of fresh white lilacs. It started also with the cup of strong, aromatic green tea, and melancholy staring into the distance, towards far, hidden mountains in the south, which I would desired to see in the summer and which I have been yearning for even now. The atmosphere of joyous quietness saturated with clear expectations of something good in the future spilled all over the world and all over my body and my mind together. There were garlands of happy thoughts hung inside the office. These were pleasant thoughts heavy with swollen and ripped hope for the better future. What joy, what hilarity was for me to own such well-disposed kind of thoughts laughing to me as if the angels’ faces. At that time the very nature of everything was warmth and quiet satiety of mind. My intentions has been becoming an accurate plans and the visible aims appeared on the horizon. Like my willingness to visit mountains that summer. The brightness of sunshine was amazing, the green of shivering leaves was wonderful. Their underneath was lighter and covered with fluffy fur – they were glittering in the breeze. Even muddy puddles reflected the blue of the sky. The clear energy has been in the air and everything has been looked familiar an well fit. The world hasn’t been, of course less hard and problematic as usual, but I knew I could stand! The rains were wetting my body, my soul remained dry. Why was the whole spectacle of inner happiness possible. How was it possible it appeared right now in cold, unpleasant office, the plain place of work? My son has been born recently and he could restore emotional dimension of my life sunk in happy thoughts as if in the river waves. |
