Cold winter night at a bonfire with some alcohol and your best friends at it’s best.
Winter evenings are devoid of fun. They are emotionally sterile.
Summer, please.
I’ve sat in the snow for half an hour hypnotized by the glistening white frozen bits of water. It was so beautiful and so peacefully deadly.
Complete silence of woods was surrounding me.
Serenity.
So many unrelated thoughts were seeping trough my mind and vanishing with every breath I’ve exhaled. I some point I have stopped feeling the cold - I was breathing pure calmness.
Distant cry of an eagle woke me up. I went back to hunters lodge, and with a coziness of hot meal, all my worries came back to my mind to sleep in peace and quietness till the next time they need to feed.
Dried apple tea.
‘Jauku’ means cozy in Lithuanian.
and I thought, my jokes are bad
Won’t miss.
Paul was not cool. Good premise, but total lackluster on screenwriters part. Photo - unrelated.
One week before.
I heard a plane, but view was grey,
As if there is no sun to shy upon my day.
In sadness I have looketh down
And none there was!
Alas gray sky that falleth down
As wast and frosty veil.
