the art of feelings

I yearn for the time, the day, when I will be able to sit down on a soft and caring field of grass, beneath the gentle shadow of an oak tree and, whilst listening to the brisk harmony of birds, just ever so slowly breath in the air that only comes in such a vivid environment.

Perhaps I'll have an old but yet sharp pencil in my hand and let it move swiftly and assertively over the rough surface of my favourite piece of paper. A tendency of a smile might be present on my face, for I am feeling a certain kind of peace in living at the moment, and yet when I glance ahead there is the thrilling sensation of knowing how much more there is to learn, to discover, to experience.

And so, thanks to this one piece of knowledge, I can allow myself to lie back on the ground with my eyes watching the clouds, observing their movements over the sky, and finally close them to enhance all my senses, and feel truly

alive.





All credit to Joe Hisaishi.