breeze

simpleton; tea, breeze, bike and a good friend.

the moon was orange, but turned bright yellow as it rose, then white as you tilt your line of vision 45 degrees vertically. ominous, yet the previous time such a phenomena occured, we took it as a warning and caution, now it was just beauty.

circumstances and situations. i cannot influence how one thinks, as there is no specific answer to life. each individual answers his own question to his liking, now the light has shone upon the road to Santiago. philosophical ideals would differ, perhaps logic would be too.

the breeze was fitting the atmosphere as i view the reflection upon the waves. a light off the mind after building the foundation for the no. 3s.

each person is thus unique.