Kasimir (room to think)

The road beneath his feet and the sweet, green scent of evergreens carried Kasimir from one world to another. He walked without thinking, following landmarks hidden like stones beneath the surface of a swiftly flowing stream. To the northwest, far from the sea, Kasimir had found a place where he could be alone with his thoughts. Trying to concentrate while standing on the beach does not work. The waters have a way of flooding your mind and drawing you into their depths. This was often exactly what Kasimir wanted, but not what he needed just then.

From the crossroads, Kasimir followed a westward path cut neatly into the trees. After travelling a rough stone’s throw, he turned abruptly from the road and off into the dense underbrush. He kept low. He kept moving; always seeming to gain ground where the way was most in doubt. The thorns and thickets suddenly gave way before Kasimir into a large and open clearing. There, canopied beneath an inland sea of stars, Kasimir stretched himself out on the grass and listened closely to the silence.