Aimsir

Everything. The wind in my hair, the leaves flying around, the tree branches swinging, the green grass…

Everything. The grey clouds in the sky, the rain falling softly, the muddy pathways, the characteristic smells of the Nature surrounding me…

I was high on life. Like I hadn’t beem in a while.

Everything. Everything was a source of energy. Everything was pointing the way. Everything was telling me to move on.

The air so pure inside my lungs. The colours I could visualize. The environment was enough to complete me. It was everything.

I realize this feeling is not going to last. But I am going to cherish it. I am going to get drunk on life. On everything it has to offer me, now.

Everything I need is here. 

Everything I could wish for is here.

It is all around me.