Swan Lake Trail

What travelers say:

Warm things are every day, breathing strange air, watching strangers run, sitting by the lake watching the flowing clouds, listening to a familiar song with headphones, and reading a familiar book. In the strange air, it seems that even the sun has a different taste. Neighboring with seagulls, you look at me, I look at you. Wind. The tender grass shaking his head on the side of the road, squatting down to look at it, there is no pride in the eyes. The sky is very blue.