(This post is only in English)
I am at my cabin on Easter holiday, and it is lovely weather.
Bring the dogs out for a walk down the river is like cleaning my soul.
To listen to the water that trickles and look at the clear ice water where the snow has melted makes me grateful to be able to experience just that.
The sun warms and I can glimpse the autumn’s old foliage that protrudes under the snow.
I play with one of my dogs and all the peace. The only thing that breaks the silence is the bird whites from the little birds in the trees and the great white majestic swans in the water.
The water sparcles in the sun from the opening in the ice and it is as if nature is talking to me. The water tells a story that comes to life in my mind.
I go back to my cabin. Produces pen and paper and puts me in the sofa corner and feels inspired to write s poem or write a short story or actually an erotic short story on this Saturday night.
I let the pen play over the paper …
I wish you all out there a wonderful Saturday, maybe it is Sunday where you live🦋