Something Is Brewing or How Long Bliss Can Last
I WAS WALKING home the other day, down a quiet country road. There was no one else, just me, the sun and the wind. The sprouting crops coloured the fields a fresh green, birch and pine trees adorned the edges of the fields in neat clusters. It was quite far, about 9 kilometres, with no cars passing by to give me a lift. I preferred it that way, however, – I wanted time and space for my thoughts and dreams to ride the wind. I moved into this little farm of mine ten years ago.