The late autumn and the whole winter I had a lot to do. In April, in the countryside, I realised that I was sitting on my rocking chair, watching the birch tree quivering in the wind. Doing nothing else. Being. I startled: could I get used to it? What about if I won’t feel like doing anything anymore? Also, it occurred to my mind that before I always had a lot to listen to for the bus ride to the countryside – it takes more than three hours to get there. Now I watch out from the window or close my eyes without having headphones on my ears. Uh. Jussi said something like doing nothing nourishes your subconscious. Okay. At least it feels good. I enjoy it.