It’s about re-create one self. And I do that in silence.
Even though I usually have a million words, there is also the silence. Time to think. Follow the sun into late night. Enjoy the light that’s been gone for eight months of winter. It’s stunning. Close to midnight sun.
This time I sense a colorful firework inside. But there’s no words. No way to describe what is going on. The words don’t want to come out. Don’t want to be said in vain. Rejected or questioned. So they stay. Inside. For another day.