I Saw Mountains & Looked Into The Endless Sea

Going out to the window last night, I was overcome by an incomparable feeling. Not because it was so strong, but because so many feelings mixed up in that moment.

Outside the window was a foggy winter landscape. The fog gently hid the tops of the birches at the window, softened the outlines of houses and garages, washed away the brightness of window garlands and street lamps.

I saw mountains and looked into the endless sea, wandered through forests and meadows, passed swamps and small streams.

But the view of the winter city at night delighted me so much that I peered into these outlines with childish delight and admiration.