Soaking in the stillness, you watch the sun climb over the horizon. Nothing is ringing, beeping or blinking. Nobody bothers you. You can actually finish a thought. Or a dream. Or do nothing at all. Seems a bit strange, at the beginning. But after a while, you will get into it. Find yourself watching a brave little beetle stumble trough a jungle of grass.
Follow the shadows of high clouds silently passing over the landscape and then across yourself. All you can hear is silence —the hum of the fields, the swaying of the wind. Somewhere, someone is laughing. About what? You don’t know, you don’t care. Which is the best thing about it, anyway.
Follow the shadows of high clouds silently pass
You do not have to care about so much all the time.