Habits

By the lake up to a very small climb. You see meadows. You cross the meadow on a well-worn path, and reach the forest path. To the left. You follow the path. The path is the backbone of your walk, you can always go right into the forest or left into the meadows. When you reach the intersection for all four sides, go right up the hill. At the top of the hill, before the village, turn right, where a meadow and a beautiful view of the valley and the distant Snežnik open up to you. You go down by the orchard and continue right along the carriageway to reach the village of Volčje, across the village and back to the church. 5 more minutes and you're home, safe.

The day, shrouded in gray, kept screaming for me to stay in the warm house by the fireplace. Anyway, I'm going into a blizzard. I am following a path that has been traveled countless times, in all seasons and weather. I could walk this path with my eyes closed. I'm thinking of how it's often very pleasant to repeat the same things over and over again. I don't find it boring to walk the same path over and over again. On the contrary, I feel safe and comfortable, so my thoughts can fly freely, like a bird. We are used to people, things, relationships. They are simply there, always. Well, it shouldn't be like that. I try to notice something new, beautiful, which I have never noticed before. I'm wary of bits of color in this grey. It should never be boring. I open my chest, take in a lot of air and breathe, breathe, ... I enjoy the silence.

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