There is little optimism in Saturday’s winds … The wind pushes heavy clouds, freezes hands and heart. Even the forest we see far away is shrunken – the trees are quiet, you can’t hear the birds, I didn’t see the flowers. Such a gloomy and sad forest.
Only spring itself doesn’t pay attention to house “arrest”, menacing clouds and, finding the slightest opportunity shares its hopeful joy. Thank you for that!
Life is stripped, not just black and white but variegated in color. The sun can’t shine all year round – there must be room for other tones. It is not always possible to change the environment, but it is possible to change our internal state. It is important to remember in time who is the creator of everything and where the reality of life is born.
A friend living in France said she only allowed to be near home. In our country, we can even ride by the sea. And into the woods. And when you leave home, you don’t have to check-in. Are we living well?
© Fortune, 2020
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