Butterfly experience
Sometimes you climb to the very top of a tree to watch a large fireball dissolve into the fluffy wheat horizon. And I want to drink a glass of freshly cut grass, enjoy the smell of dandelion wine, press my ear tightly to the trunk of a tree and listen to how its heartbeat slows down as the sun sets. Getting cold. But it’s as if I don’t want to go down. You wrap yourself tighter in the foliage and watch as one by one the stars begin to waltz in the sky. Constellations. Quiet. Why is this particular point of light included in the constellation Ursa Major? When you close your eyes a little to defocus your gaze, you notice that one star always shines brighter than the others. What if she's not alone? What if the other star just decided to hug the other one, so it became brighter? What if this star sensed something that caused it to emit light? A kind of tiny sun in itself.
I'm thinking about everything here. And what does chamomile feel when it is poured with boiling water? What does silence look like? What are the seagulls trying to say? Perhaps there is nothing more beautiful than changing places with a bird for a day and simply hugging the whole earth with your gaze? Why can't you just go up to any person and ask what silence means to them?
You don't notice how the night passes. By the morning you begin to ask yourself only one question - how to get down now without crashing from the top branch of the tree to the ground?
