Do not let that outside my window. Suppose this is not for me to run over the clouds and waves covered each other. Let someone else is covered with a blanket on the ears because it's too loud rumbling sky. No matter. I get up at night and go to the window, eyeing. I know that there is flat field, but I see wavy sea. Smell distant past or future, which is already quite close. So good. It's all the same to me. And it seems that now there will be a storm.