It always starts with rain.
A sound of the drops adds to the tranquility more.
Completely crisp air embrace a feelings like a prayer.
The flame of life burns with a mixture of anxiety and hope.
Wore a myriad of mists that gently calmed it down.
And head quietly to the sea of trees at beyond the straight road.

Keep a luggage to a minimum.
He has always a warm heart and a cool head.