To lay in a bed, huddle against blankets and to listen to the sea.
To seat in a chair, drink a beer and to admire the landscape.
To speak about pictures and photography and to laugh.
To jump in cold water, take a hot shower and to discover new food for breakfast.
To take a walk under the rain in a foggy forest and to let his own mind walk away.
And to feel home again, because home is not a place.
Funeral [Controlling Crowds] by Archive
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