MIST (2021)
"The landscape is still asleep, dew has settled into the spiderwebs,
and the air carries the damp hint of approaching autumn. On my way up,
I count the Stations of the Cross, eagerly watching for the first castle gate.
Here, after a while, my breath softens. Here, I am alone, spacious,
and dreaming in the deep forests of the Máchovo lakes, today hidden in a milky haze."
"The landscape is still asleep, dew has settled into the spiderwebs,
and the air carries the damp hint of approaching autumn. On my way up,
I count the Stations of the Cross, eagerly watching for the first castle gate.
Here, after a while, my breath softens. Here, I am alone, spacious,
and dreaming in the deep forests of the Máchovo lakes, today hidden in a milky haze."
