It is all nice, on a sunny and clear day this could also be like paradise, you would
close your eyes, it could be the crisp coldness of an early spring day or a late
summer days mild breeze, the sun beam warms up the cheeks and relaxes the
eyelids, you would hear the pace of the water, the pace of water is unavoidable. It
gradually becomes you, not the other way around.

It is all nice, in all its glory its laying there, it is magnificent, I am on top of it, I am
inside it, we work together, the two of us, at least that is how I feel, doesn't really
matter what you think, I wander on top and hear the decisive sound of metal
hitting wood, water hitting metal, fabric hitting wind

It is all nice, we are all gathered, remembrance is the topic, we make up stories,
share them, convince each other and our selves, it is all nice, we are a unity, we
are one, like one, the unity is strong, we think afterwards that the unity had
reached its peak until the next time of gathering

It is all nice, there are certain things one need not to worry about

Kristina Bengtsson