When I wanted to update my family with news, my Russian phone card seemed to be empty. Instead of getting ready to go outside, I just sat there. I sat on my bed, enjoying doing anything but be.
Every time I went for a walk in the woods, I got awfully lost. Lost in my own created dreamland that turns out to be true.
By comparing the footprints in the snow with mine, I always managed to find my way back.
I would walk on water every day, hearing the world beneath me move.
After picking berries in the forest I was right in time to enter the house before the weather changed. Guided by Mùm’s heavenly tunes and the silent sound of my first Siberian rain, I cleaned the fresh harvest.
It felt so natural, as if I have never known otherwise.
I could live anywhere.