One of the most precious memories I have (that includes only myself) is from a summer night back when I was at the age fifteen or sixteen. Nocturnal walks is something I really love since the absence of people makes me feel like the world is mine. I've never been the partying kind of person, and I never hanged around with people. When others were downtown, I applied myself deeper into the forest, just like this particular, light summernight about nine or ten years ago. The rain was drizzling, and the deciduous forest was dense with emerald green leaves. I found such a magical place, a clearing where bluebells grew all over the ground like a soft blanket. It looked just like a bed for woodnymphs or other mythological creatures, and I just couldn't resist the temptation of laying down. The raindrops adorned the bluebells like sparkling pearls and the sweet scent was intoxicating. I don't know for how long I was lying there, but I stayed in the forest until dawn.
I have many precious and important memories from that time. I love this time of the year, when everything has awakened. When the trees, flowers and bumblebees have awakened.
When my mind has awakened.
Acela
