Rainy running again after a long time. Pure poetry. I don’t wander through the forest, because I enjoy the warm morning spraying. I even silence the music, so I can listen the rain drops. I would be wet anyway.
The song is suitable for the moment: “everyone has right to be happy, everyone has right to be free”.
It’s early morning, mist over the meadow is slowly rising. I’m running from the upper to the lower village. The trees embrace me with magnificient color fireworks. Wood is especially magic this time of year.
The mist is almost gone, when I come out in the lower side. The rising sun welcomes me in the right side, and almost full moon in the left side. Both at the same time. I rise my hands, welcome back.