Always when I start writing I end up writing some triviality about how do I feel. Why I always do it. It was time, when I always wrote small story about an image I published in the post. So let me try to do this here again.
After sitting few hundred miles in car, the weather has changed, the grass got greener and sky got that deep blue sharp look, which you often see in the spring. We been only less then 20 hours further, but we went quite south. Air, yes the air had that smell. I knew it. I smell it before, yes…. No I know it is a sea.