Through the voice of water and wind the nature presses on you with a hidden press.
It doesn't stop for a second, neither at the afternoon nor at night. It pursues you even in your dreams,
forcing to listen to their noise and to think – whether or not they will get to your tent?
But you are waited by an award for this struggle of a wind for you. You reach an invisible point of stopping
internal dialogue inside you, and only then the nature starts to open its secrets.
It allows to see how day flows into evening and night becomes morning,
how the fire flame is filled with a wind and how the wind plays with fire.
Each time it is only a tiny piece, exactly so much how you can take, and exactly so much how you do have.
From the film "Oval of Sakhalin"