One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began.
Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Who do you want to be in your one wild and precious life?