When the lilac bloomed color, noon dream, catching a flycatcher in my arms, slammed into another world. In that world, the big ocean splashed near the mountains, that touched my feet. I walked along them, feeling the roughness of the skin and was fascinated by the game of splashing waves. Time has stopped, as if there was nothing similar to him. I contemplated the warmth, sliding over the shoulder bends, wind, and, ray of light tickling palm, and the surface of the mountains under the feet enthusiastically. Realizing, that this whole world is just a dream in the minds of a passerby. And suddenly a little kite's voice rang out, I turned around and dodged a blow. It was a beak the size of a steel dagger. And again the kite unclenched its beak and rushed without a break, aiming at the eye itself, I dodged a predatory throat again. Involuntarily continuing to fight with him, like a nut galloped on a hot frying pan, until I remembered the will, what is given to us. And wrapped a kite in an elephant, he flew away, lay your ears back.
And slowly returning to reality, thought, that life kites are given, so that we can show will in dexterity. Do not be predatory pharynx, we can’t grow strength like muscles without exercise load.