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The Adventures with the Kids

We got lost
Wandered in dreams
Laid in the sands
Got slightly sunburned

Watched the stars
Sang little songs
Ate way too much
And danced along

With the kids close by
With Dasha far away
We felt eternal
For her three-day flight.

Fresh Air

"The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit."
Gospel according to John 3:8

Having opened a window of your mind for the Gospel, do not forget to also open the window of the heart. Then it will be thoroughly good, and the Spirit will live in you.

I figured out a lot here, all because yesterday we were experimenting with ventilation in the car. Even before the trip, I was concerned about whether air from one anti-mosquito window would be enough. It turned out at night that it's not at all enough. It’s unbearable. There’s a window - there's no air. Living (sleeping) is unbearable.

We decided, quickly, to make another anti-mosquito window.

And then Happiness, Joy, and Fulfillment came into our life.

Every other minute, a sea-pine breeze could fly into the window, and it was so inspiring. I could not sleep for a long time, I could not get enough of it, waiting for such visits of the Breeze in my life.

In the photo: the sky at 2 o'clock in the night in my window.


Dawn at Sea

I am waiting for a dawn in the dark sea
The wind lifts me like a twig
I would like to leave already, something holds
I wait, I wait for dawn in the darkness

I am waiting for a dawn in the light sea
Here it is, soon, for it is already light
But I have concealed myself, I persist-wait
Though I know what it looks like

I was going to go and snuggle in bed
To cuddle myself on the warm bedding
Now, I am not waiting for dawn
But for the sun, which will allow me to fall home

Well, what are you here for!
Sun!
You are taking too long!
I no longer want to look at you

I want you to come out quickly
And like a bird
Fly me to my bed
To get a little sleep

.... here it comes out....
And no need for bed
In vain, you,
I resisted the dawn

You have filled with meaning
My morning today
Warmed with beauty
My persistence