Oh,Gosh! What a horrible weather! No chance to get outside : you will sink like the Titanic.All the trees are now sadly brown.Sun! Where are you? Come on,let us get enough spring!!!

In case I have this sleepy condition I'm going to tell you something. From my window there used to be a picturesque scenery : a river flowing under a small blue bridge and trees,trees,trees all over the hill.Now it's too misty there to see  something but one tree.That "one tree" is special for me. Absolutely nice pine-tree.It obviously has its own face.

When I was a little I used to talk to it. And, can you imagine,It used to answer. It had been growing up with me. I was always asking it about everything that my mum just wasn't able to answer because of her age or the answer didn't satisfy me.I could look at it with a question in my face : it noded with its crown. I know talking to trees is the main symptom of some mental illness,but I don't care : it  used to help sort out  things in my head. And it does.