In this very early and quiet hour of the morning, I'm drinking my coffee and in my corn cob pipe's bowl there is Stanislaw London Mixture. Sometimes like this, when I' m smoking my pipe, I'm thinking: it's like when I was fishing (I've stopped fishing) or occasionally when I was drinking (I've stopped drinking), or when I'm walking -in the city or the country- or when I'm driving -only in the country-: I feel no stress, anxiety or any kind of pressure, there' re no worries, no distractions, no noise, no others, almost no space and time, only me, relaxed, peaceful and -I dare to say- happy, yes happy, in a place where -as the great Welsh poet said (slightly rephrased)-: "death has no dominion".
Have a nice Wednesday and see you again -I hope- good people!
