In front of me — mountains covered with forests and white clouds above them. They hang like a curtain, hiding deep wrinkles from the eyes. Thunderstorm quickly comes to the mountains. The sun is shining, the breeze tickles the neck, and on the other side of the mountain a black cloud is already coming, and it seems that it is about to start raining, and you feel the touch of cold drops on your cheeks.

I feel peace. It seems that the mountains bind and hide from the whole world. Somewhere may be a battle, explosions leave only burnt teeth that once were houses, but here — only clear sky, mountains and forest, which hide all feelings and anxieties, lull, wrapped in warmth, like a pupa sleeping in its cocoon to become a butterfly. And after a long marathon, when even the soul gets tired of digesting emotions, such a small stop, when only the sky, mountains and forest, and you are needed to breathe deeply. Leave the crosses you carry behind the threshold. Close your eyes and forget about everything

Sometimes I want to stay here forever. Because behind are problems and fear. Here — everything is different. And this feeling of lightness quickly gets into the skin, penetrates the soul. 

But we don’t live in a fairy tale. The clock hand inexorably measures time. Tick tock. Soon it will be just a memory — the peace, and the forest, and the mountains.