Sunday, April 24, 2011

Through the leaves

A misty morning has its charm and special mood as an old woman, too.

There is no bad weather, no bad time of the life. Depends on us what we do with it.

As long as we can of course.

This night I remembered my father, telling me thirty years ago "you lived always too seriously" loosen up. It is true that too long time I took life very seriously but I begin to see more and more also the humorous side of it.

I do nowadays, with Stand Up Comedy;;; it teaches me HOW to loosen up.
Mist in the morning 023

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