The weather was so good, the sun caressing my skin, the wind absent… but something was missing… I turned into a very philosophical mood, thinking of stupid things like “the meaning of life”, “the suffering limit” etc. Can you switch me into the real world again ? Maybe I don’t want that. But let’s not get too much in this mood, at least we still can see the beauty of life in a bird, a flower or a butterfly. We can think that everything around is cosmic dust materialized in a nice or disgraceful form. Sitting on a stone bench with islands of flowers around gives you magnificent telluric feelings.