Precisely the least, the softest, lightest, a lizard's rustling, a breath, a flash, a moment - a little makes the way of the best happiness. ~ Frederich Nietzsche
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Three New Years After
I can't still decide what I really feel with that call that was not a goodbye but turned out to be one. It was a nice breeze that quietly closed a door but left several windows open. One thing I'm sure though, I could be anything but angry. Something that good is never that bad when the end comes. It just is.