The trees, green, red, brown, yellow, are flying by. I am standing on the top of the hill, looking down at my city, my river, my houses, my country. The golden caps of the churches peak out of the colored ocean of leaves. My mind dives into the ocean, disappears in a floating breath. Here, this is my place.
All troubles disappear, nothing is important, nothing matters anymore.
Every one of us has had the moment that he would like to keep, something that is almost impossible to let go. We try to hold on to the moment, grab it as tightly as we can, make sure everything has been done to keep it as long as possible. We long for immortality. Standing on the top of the hill, I am thinking of how different my life would be if I lived forever. All of a sudden the pleasant colorful images turn a gray color, the excitement fades away, a slight breath turns into a cold wind.