Hot summer's day, no fresh wind. Soon it will be over.
We can run freely, but this is not the point.
We can talk freely, but this is not the point.
We can listen freely, but this is not the point.
The point is to reflect on your free-running.
The point is to reflect on your free-talking.
The point is to reflect on your free-listening.
We are damned to run, talk and listen freely.
We are damned to rethink our behavior.
We are damned to be free.
The clouds are moving. Summer sun shining. Nothing happens.
Living is a commitment to life.
Being social is a commitment to the society.
Fulfilling tasks is a commitment to the job.
Being the best way as you can is a commitment.
Air we breathe.
Filled with oxygen.
Carries away the toxic carbon dioxide.
The Air we breathe.
Fresh energy is taken up.
Used air released.
Have a deep breath.
Let the air flow.
Live and breathe.
Green, fresh leaves sailing in the wind. Still attached, the wind pulls hard. The leaves are surfing, moving to the right, gliding back to the left and again. Until the wind softens, the leaves relax. Open up towards the sun, embrace the rays of light. With the next blow they break off and are gone forever, flying away. Up, up, up, into the sky. Eventually down into the ditch, where bugs and beetles are waiting.
The master sits.
The teacher sits.
The apprentice sits.
The novice sits.
The lay-man sits.
The dog sits.
The cat sits.