A summer evening...is not so easy to describe in words. And let's not talk about the feelings it brings... Clouds float in the dark sky, like sailors in the vast sea. Crickets sing, but it seems that you hear something else too... the laughter of children... but from that pleasant one that makes you feel free, makes you think. And this happens most often in the evening... Why? The cool wind blows and the leaves of the trees rustle, as if they want to tell you something too. When you look up, what do you see? Some people see only the sky, with a few clouds and here and there a star... But others... they see the same, but not quite. The sensations and thoughts that people have are different. "And what makes this evening so special?" - some will ask. Hmm, how would those who hear a whole story in the song of crickets, and when they breathe in the air they feel a special energy, when they look into the distance and it seems like there is no time for them...? It will probably be difficult for them to explain. It's like that with everyone... How do you describe the feelings of other human beings...? And yes, the fact that this "someone" or "some" people will not understand and feel the things that are in your world is a kind of pleasant loneliness, it is not a reason for suffering, but rather it makes you think that you are different. In fact, every person thinks that way about themselves, that's how it is with people. It's late at night again, but so what...probably somewhere, a long way from here, or maybe very close, someone just like you can stand on their terrace, looking at the sky and thinking, unable to explain the feelings they are experiencing, feeling lonely, lost or slightly confused... How many souls are currently possessed by the evening, everyone thinks, "Is there anyone like me?" Loneliness can be felt in many different ways... Every evening, in which we reflect and simply observe, is special and helps us discover ourselves more and more, and isn't that one of the most important things? Every evening there is something in the silence that whispers to us, but so quietly that only if we listen to ourselves can we hear it. Every evening there is something that touches us, but so imperceptibly that only if we really look, can we see it. Every evening there is something that makes us think and we feel, but only if we listen to our heart, we can understand it... And every night loneliness is in our soul and only if we feel it, we understand that this is ourselves...
