Unique, real, sincere
An old farmer, lonely at the edge of the forest.
The hands in his lap.
Deep wrinkles traverse his face.
He recounts of the past, of being happy.
His eyes brighten.
They wander over brooks and meadows.
Nature is alive.
At night. Starlight.
A nice feeling being free.
A warm room, fragrant wood.
In the chimeny a crackling fire.
Children's laughter and sincere cordiality.
Feel home... Home at LaPosch