Heavy rains create puddles on the trail and cover them with dense grasses; you fall in them comfortably. In spring evenings, you chance out for a walk in the woods. A cranky stick sticks out its head; you are frightened to turn and run away (you mistake it for a snake). Nothing is what it looks. Besides a mulberry tree, which, you think, has the best mulberries along the river, a poison ivy vine thrives and threatens. Inside that good raspberry bush on a corner of the Arboretum are also hundreds of malicious mosquitoes; they set their mouths on you quicker than you lay your hands on the berries. And how easily a cloudless sky can be rocked by thunders! Gentleness and sweetness turns into anger! But it takes so long for a heart to restore its calmness. The bright summer daylight dazzles you and blind your eyes now; it is at those winter nights after you pull down the curtain that you seem to see things clearer, and feel the river flowing closer...
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