It's early morning, the light has already been transferred to the shade but the sun isn't yet reached the sky over the mountains radial. I walk on the only street in a village in to northerly direction. People are going to work, they look at me a little strangely. They are accustomed to tourists here, just not at this early time, and I walk towards then the folk mass is moving. I will focus on natural picture that surrounds me, and don't let myself interfere with local curiosity. I Breathe deeply, my lungs are filled with early spring snow melt, streams, and quiet birdsong. The air is fresh.
Admire the distance from the High Tatras mountains facing powerfully. Vertices's are hidden in small clouds, the wind gently pull the hat off the mountains head. Suddenly, as if the mountains shake himself whit a wring and frees himself with clouds. the first ray of sunlight touch fondly fancy shapes of the vertices. King of the sky starts greedy swallowing the powerful mountain statues, shooter pieces at the time.
I walk quietly back. The sun has come to grab a majority of its statues on his hug, and the village is still in the shadow of the lower clouds. The golden disc move in to the sky do grab the throne, and gives the embrace cold shine for a small houses with simple quick decorations, village has fast wake up in to this sunshine hug. I walk back towards the sun warms softly my shoulders. I let all of my attention take the houses shine and I am happy to note that, I breathe ...
