Dreaming...

I love Paris. I love living in a big city with lots of people, lots of streets and noise and everything.


I love my apartment, the kitchen and the view from the window when I am cooking, the living-room where we can't seem to stop leaving our mess here and there, the stairs to the children's rooms, the bedroom where I can't seem to get enough rest but where I can always go to feel at peace - I remember not a long time ago and for many years when I used to sleep on the couch in my living-room because my place was so small I didn't have a bedroom...


I love all of that. But sometimes I would like to open the door to my room and find this:

This is one of the coolest thing I've ever seen... Or I can imagine this nestrest hanging in the middle of my living-room and when I get tired, hop, I would go inside my nest and take a nap... How would it feel to be like a bird?


I can hear the sound of nature, the birds flying by, the ostriches walking around the nest and then going away... I can smell the grass and the fresh air, feel the sun, and in the distance, the sound of someone cutting wood or fixing a fence, and children laughing...


Ah, there's nothing like dreaming...