Never in my life, realized how I am so privileged to sense the air, see the nature and so on. By the time I was smoking thought of something, white floats up – the smoke, white floats down – the snow.

Feeling too much in single day. Nostalgic memories of love, sorrow, sadness and equal happiness as well – from the nature.

Love, Jimi

P. S. Following pictures are reminded me to be alive, again.