you just feel yourself as you’re the smallest part of the whole world. and thnigs seem sort themself out somehow, you believe they will. actually, they will, just because there are mountains and clouds around you, and every morning you get up at 5 a.m. and go to the steep to catch this moment when sun comes out of mountains and shines straight into your face.

you’re screwing your eyes and take a picture

it’s a kodak-moment (c)

so something had passed and actually it isn’t supposed to happen again.              

when it lives in your head, and you just can’t help thinking about it, what to do then ?

what to do when it becomes only a few taken pictures or some photo films that you’re keeping on your shelves somewhere in boxes bags or something

what to do then ? is it ok that everything passes ?

my english is pretty bad but still hello