Standing still as a baby cloud goes through me, I observe the snow capped peaks around me. We are a sizeable group on the mountain peak but I feel like I am by myself. It feels like the clouds belong to me, the mountains belong to me.

I think about my life in the city. The daily rush, the crowds, the gadgets, the people I love, the people I don't care about, my home, my work, my adolescence, my childhood, my dreams, my aspirations, my disappointments, my failures. Standing here, I realise that I was born to be like the Nature around me...to stand tall, to follow my way, to be free, to believe in destiny. But being born in this peculiar species called the humans, I was sterotyped by my surroundings.

Tomorrow I will be back to the madness, trying to fulfil everyone's expectations, making them mine. Maybe this moment of union with Nature might help me keep my sanity. As I look at the deep valley ahead of me with bright green grass and apple trees making their way towards the sky, I feel a calm descend over me, my anxiety gets washed away through tear drops that soak through the soft snow at my feet.