3 days off
Meditation 3 days, where Winter opens itself to Spring, where a tough touch of the wind, blows away a kiss lying on earth. sweeping drop to drop, Polite winter. Into the silence of the moment, sweet sound search for each other's tail. Blue, deep, gray, dark, bright... ...shines of yellow and white, Mix sharp eyes, clear and blurry sky. Fight that always end the same, Both know where they go, They know they are, Mind and body dancing between seasons, Breath, cough, shiver, jump, Cold will give us a break.