— % & Lately, life has turned into an afternoon before the sunset. There's soft sunlight, a bit of warmth yet it's calm, too much calmness and confused about what next. The maximum part is inactive, in a pretty short siesta. They don't know what is the right thing to do. Time is just for making plans to start being active and time ends with more inactivity under the blankets. Although it's not that everything is at a standstill. There are houses where nobody's inactive but all are in a round table conference with a cup of tea. There are countries and dynamics in the hot air that comes out of their mouth. There are some over-thinking which know how the other part is callous and that it is followed by nothing but a dark, darker, darkest evening. But they don't dare to invade the reverie of the slumbering majority. How can they even fight, they just sit and wonder.
