The story
Childhood memories
Here and now I hear every sound.
A flower in the grass, the sun on my face.
No filter of noise.
No pressure from all the "must-dos" that are still waiting.
The ticking of the clock
and the soft snoring of grandpa.
Unavailable, yet always available.
But only one ball at a time to keep in the air.
No stress about tomorrow or last week.
Here and now, everything is fine.
Here and now is where I want to be.








