I took a break, maybe I even escaped… I found my inner peace at my special place where I usually get my energy back. Among fields, meadows, woods, the river, stones… Besides collecting the blisters on my hands, I could afford a big, relaxing 'nothing'. I was observing. I was just looking at the grass…
…through a window: 
…closely (after the rain): 
…from far: 
…in the wind: 
…and the Sun: 
And from another point of view: 
Do you know that an ordinary grass can be an inspiration for creating, too: 
Have you looked at it (closly) lately, the grass? As you know, inspiration can be waiting for us right in front of our nose…