It’s cold. Not suffering cold but of feeling fresh cold. There’s some wind, that goes gently over my face. It’s quiet – hearing the neural networks of my brain working, and a bird passing by. I browse through my notes, seeing the themes and patterns.

When alone, you don’t absorb other people’s energy. It give you more control over how you feel. When alone, your surrounding is what feeds you or balance your thoughts.

Cold just enough, alone just enough, quiet more than enough. I have all I need. It feels there’s a smile inside trying to get out into my face.

Nothing disturb you from paying attention to everything around you. And there’s so little happening that you can really pay attention as much as you want, you will not be overwhelmed. your eyes are not heavy but rather open wide.

A voice saying use this, use this energy, rare energy to be creative, to be active. Another voice says enjoy it, just be. It’s rare, just be.