Just when they leave, I realise that faces are missing. For some reason, I always face the fact that those who take steps with their backs turned do not have a face. However, when the steps are facing me, it is as if I watch every detail. But when the departures begin, the faces resemble a shapeless and faint dream.
The sweet smell of spring and the warm sun on the doorstep were pleasant. Sitting in the garden after what seemed like an eternity of winter, I closed my eyes and smelled the damp earth in the palm of my hand. At last the plants were slowly waking up, and I was excited to look at them and make them grow. The green colour of the newly greening grass painted the valley leading up to the forest. A cool wind was howling. I stood up and put my hands on my waist and watched the spri
