In the morning, everything somehow did not go according to plan .... We decided to go with my daughter to look for a forest with pines, and then ....
We, somehow by chance, found a forest, but such a forest .... like in a fairy tale.
There was a deep silence, there was a sticky, enveloping aroma of pine needles, there were thick pines and young firs, slyly embracing giant trunks ...

And then the forest began to sink into darkness, the pressure began to fall, it smelled at night, a storm was approaching.
We made tea, put the trout in foil on hot coals... It was getting darker and darker, but the air was more and more viscous and fragrant, I wanted to live, I wanted to breathe...
But after 10 minutes, something unreal began, my daughter got into the car, I was left to “bake” the trout in soy sauce with lemon and dill ...
And I did it!!!
I baked the fish, finished it, made it, cooked it!
Having collected everything in foil, under heavy drops she ran to the car.
And there was or became something completely indescribable - it rained, hail fell, we were in the heart of the elements, but we had fragrant bread, baked fish, we were "in the house" ...
We listened to music and didn't care what was outside the window....
We were all together, by ourselves and by ourselves with each other ...
Nature helped us, a random chain of unknown patterns and ... our holiday of the soul and heart ...
Tea in the pines...

I don’t have something, I don’t even have much, but I have tea, I have those with whom I want to be, live, smile and be silent ....
Everything can be changed, changed, everything can begin to rejoice...
Then the living will become even more alive, then the colors will be stronger, and the aromas will be brighter...
Here....
something like this...
well, a toad, a toad, I'll show you, let it be !!!
Lets be together?