Some time ago great  Simbaji suggested me a theme of himself playing with the whisps of wind...so I've started a series of cheerful sketches of him running or chasing something. After about 10 of them I got carried away a bit and the melancholic themes won again. :) I'm glad we've chosen this one, though, it was great to paint.
After starting it something random happened? I mean, I've managed to fix my Firefox again (I couldn't turn it on and use my old bookmarks since it crashed a year ago or so?). I've decided to browse some of the websites saved there and thanks to it I've recollected one of the most beautiful poems I've ever read. For some reason I think it fits here. So - that's it. My description seems to be tl;dr anyway, please enjoy the text!

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Written by Mary Elizabeth Frye.

Dear Simba, I hope you don't have anything against such interpretations, haha! I'm really glad I've found it again, though and I just had to share it. By the way - yesterday was wonderful. Both beautiful and kind of painful? Most of the things that happened was pretty unexpected - but great. It seems that a problem that bugged me for months, even years - is solved, there couldn't be a better gift. Every single drawing or kind word meant a lot as well, of course! I'm still weeping. Of thankfullness. Thank you very much for making this day wonderful, guys!

i hoped to do things today but noo there's not a single minute left time to sleep :((((((