There are pictures, and there are stories. I look at the picture and I see the story, which wants to be told.
I am standing with my naked feet in the sand on the beach. It is a very early morning. Nobody is already up.
It is this time between the times: between being awake and totally busy during the day.
There is much space to be filled in with floating pictures, memories and thoughts in my head.
There is much quiet to look at my life from very far away.
And there is time to find new combinations how my life could run in the future.
It would be nice to have such a moment every day, feeling the naked feet on the ground before starting into the daily hassle.