A Letter

I know that you are reading my journal from time to time. Not much to read last weeks; many things to be silent about.

This I’m writing for you. I was writing this moving to a new accommodation. You know, now I have a sauna and a fire place in my flat. I was writing this driving my car on the night forest road, seeking to see my friends. They are ever some, some secret brilliants of my life. I was writing this going to sleep in the light of candles (I still haven’t got any light at the flat) and in the morning smiling to the rising sun.

I’m happy, 2 “but” are left. This is the question of time and my effort. I’m happy doing daily routine. After many months of polar night I’m awake again, energy flows freely. I love my job; I love people with whom I work.

On Sunday there was a dry frosty sunny day. We were riding for 2 hours in the forest. Light canter and sun-rays spreading by the trees and vapour going up from the hot horses’ bodies and their breathing. And after, walking on the long rains, everyone was silent. That silence wasn’t empty, but full of light, emotions and inspiration; full of future, which we are only expecting to come.

I wish, no, I want you have a day like that soon. I know it is coming. Not a single day, but a day of your life. Day when things are simple, like in your childhood, and absolute, that fear or pain doesn’t exist anymore.