Lots of Space

The house where we grew up was very calm and empty. There was very little furniture, perhaps not enough.

In many ways, it was a philosophical kind of calm that we grew up in. Like monks in a temple.

When I stepped outside the the house, I could see far, far into the distance. The house was on a hill and all around were grassy hills and minimal houses with people in neutral-colored clothing. They were craftsmen, poets, musicians, or they worked with their laptops.

The forest was far away, but I would walk there sometimes.

Deep the forest, there was a small clearing. It was the only dangerous place in the area, as far as I could tell.

But the danger came very rarely.

Only once did it threaten me.

Posted by: Paweł Kowaluk