Have you ever been in a field of the almond trees in the blossom? It brings smile on the face, as if you breath in and breath out an air full of joy and life. One cannot but smile.
I said last goodbye to my dear old friend, today. Old in heart but so young in age. I stood there, watched the almond trees, I could swear everything was more vivid than usual, bursting with color. Greener. Life.
Few of us gathered there, to remember life. But one of us was not there any more. Somebody said: We should treasure life.
We always remember to say that in the moments like these. So will not moan, although there is even a proper jazz song for moaning.
Will remember the almond tree and me smiling with a friend because that was the most important thing we had. It says everything about our lives. It says who we are.
I said last goodbye to my dear old friend, today. Old in heart but so young in age. I stood there, watched the almond trees, I could swear everything was more vivid than usual, bursting with color. Greener. Life.
Few of us gathered there, to remember life. But one of us was not there any more. Somebody said: We should treasure life.
We always remember to say that in the moments like these. So will not moan, although there is even a proper jazz song for moaning.
Will remember the almond tree and me smiling with a friend because that was the most important thing we had. It says everything about our lives. It says who we are.