If we take a step back just for a moment, and not listen, simply stare at the picture infront of us, if we forget the fine grain and look at the "big picture", we realize that there are things arround us which have their effect on us and that we rarely notice.
Looking at the sky has become one of my favourite passtimes lately. The movement and evolution of clouds is a lovely phenomena I hadn't admired for some time. The feeling of insignificance is so conforting when things are going badly.
Nicholas Rostov turned away and, as if searching for something, gazed into the distance, at the waters of the Danube, at the sky, and at the sun. How beautiful the sky looked; how blue, how calm, and how deep! How bright and glorious was the setting sun! With what soft glitter the waters of the distant Danube shone. And fairer still were the faraway blue mountains beyond the river, the nunnery, the mysterious gorges, and the pine forests veiled in the mist of their summits... There was peace and happiness... "I should wish for nothing else, nothing, if only I were there,"
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Above him there was now nothing but the sky--the lofty sky, not clear yet still immeasurably lofty, with gray clouds gliding slowly across it. "How quiet, peaceful, and solemn; not at all as I ran," thought Prince Andrew--"not as we ran, shouting and fighting, not at all as the gunner and the Frenchman with frightened and angry faces struggled for the mop: how differently do those clouds glide across that lofty infinite sky! How was it I did not see that lofty sky before? And how happy I am to have found it at last! Yes! All is vanity, all falsehood, except that infinite sky. There is nothing, nothing, but that.
Al levantar la bota de vino con al brazo sano, contempló el alto cielo azul, claro en ese día de comienzos de verano. Tenía ciencuenta y dos años y estaba seguro de que veía ese cielo por última vez.
Looking at the sky has become one of my favourite passtimes lately. The movement and evolution of clouds is a lovely phenomena I hadn't admired for some time. The feeling of insignificance is so conforting when things are going badly.
Nicholas Rostov turned away and, as if searching for something, gazed into the distance, at the waters of the Danube, at the sky, and at the sun. How beautiful the sky looked; how blue, how calm, and how deep! How bright and glorious was the setting sun! With what soft glitter the waters of the distant Danube shone. And fairer still were the faraway blue mountains beyond the river, the nunnery, the mysterious gorges, and the pine forests veiled in the mist of their summits... There was peace and happiness... "I should wish for nothing else, nothing, if only I were there,"
...
Above him there was now nothing but the sky--the lofty sky, not clear yet still immeasurably lofty, with gray clouds gliding slowly across it. "How quiet, peaceful, and solemn; not at all as I ran," thought Prince Andrew--"not as we ran, shouting and fighting, not at all as the gunner and the Frenchman with frightened and angry faces struggled for the mop: how differently do those clouds glide across that lofty infinite sky! How was it I did not see that lofty sky before? And how happy I am to have found it at last! Yes! All is vanity, all falsehood, except that infinite sky. There is nothing, nothing, but that.
Al levantar la bota de vino con al brazo sano, contempló el alto cielo azul, claro en ese día de comienzos de verano. Tenía ciencuenta y dos años y estaba seguro de que veía ese cielo por última vez.
