Only in Alps clouds resemble those from children’s drawings. When Danko Vukotić wants to get closer to the memories of a lost love he drove high up to the cabin and there, in the silence of nature remains for hours staring at the sky until the sun was obscured behind the mountains and left over forests and meadows, its last warm diffuse light and forms have taken the color of his eyes. And then, in that the latent sunset, comes a moment when several clouds rid of obstacles when pulling themselves from the mountain peaks move on windblown. And Danko waved to them and watch them with a vague hope that in these clouds of indigo contained a message traveling towards her.
Again we can smile