Pilztown

We go to the georgian forest for ten days. We leave streets, cars, city, civilisation and its daily rush behind.
We are wriggling through the green wild, to be sure to not meet and see anybody.
And there, where we don't hear anything but a waterfall, the sound of wind and trees, we settle.
Without time.
Just to be.
Georgian autumn comes and patters on the tent and our selfmade hut, the campfire warms and drys us,
the cold creek washes and the daylight turns into our feeling for time.
Everything in a silcence, that we somethimes miss..