Yesterday I heard a story and I feel it is beginning to change my life. I knew it the moment I heard it – although I didn’t really know what was happening to me yet.
While walking, I listened to a book that lasted about 6.5 hours. However, it was one story that caught my attention. It was a magical story about time.
The book was almost finished. I was walking over the viaduct late in the evening. The city was deserted at this hour. It was like a fine snow falling, but it was neither snow nor rain. Like tiny white balls falling slowly from the sky.
