It is like a routine, a daily reminder, to get up, and start something new, everyday.
It is like walking up a mountain, between the trees, and the wind, and the air, and the breeze, and to breathe, once again, to remember, that life, is still up and running.
It is like being on the plane, looking out the window, to remember, the advantages of today, the opportunities of tomorrow.
It is like looking into the clouds, so white and fluffy, so inseparable and invisible, looking different at every angle, you can never get it right, because there is no right.
It is about the horrific things, that take place, every day, in this world, that make us forget, about the little things, we are surrounded by… reasons to be grateful for, that we keep pushing aside.