It's nice to know where you are going. It's nice, on your way there, you see two little racoons. It's nice, next to the racoons, there are two resting deer. It's nice, that nobody at such a moment gives a damn about the deer. It's nice, to be a deer.
Perhaps I should enjoy this kind of pleasantness more. Perhaps more is always the answer.
It's nice to reach your destination, full of sentiments.
