Days of doing nothing

Sometimes there is such a period of silence, a desire to hide from everyone and everything, such an endless desire to live in a safe, silent cocoon, to keep silence all day, go nowhere, listen to music wrapped in a blanket, and maybe even do nothing, or act lightly, without coercion, with love – even the most boring activities.

And I allow myself that. And this is not a luxury, but a right and a necessity. And none of this is melancholy or depressing autumn. Just the desire to concentrate against that magical feeling when the wings will start to unfold again.

© Fortune, 2009