Cirmuļa atklāsmes - 13. Maijs 2010

from where I sit, the tiny strip of the yard reflected in the mirror through the window looks just as a forest.
the green leaves look almost real.
the block houses are almost invisible.
the scent of cherry blossoms is almost untainted by car exhausts.
and with a little imagination, I am alone amid primeval wildlife.
such a long way the civilization has come, just to see me wish I was back before it started.