Living in a concrete jungle, surrounded by tall buildings, where, in a lot of them, money is made. The small human is working his way from a to z, some are in hectic, the sound and smell of traffic. Some are stressed by all the opportunities, choices, simulations the city jungle has to offer. Some have not much time to pay attention, attention to their own feeling, attention to their fellow man and woman. Some long for a break, longing for nature, longing for nativity. Some find space in a park inbetween. An opportunity to rest, time to ground again, time to root, time to listen to nature's sounds, time to observe, time to recognize the beauty of nature again, time to be thankful, time to smile to a fellow being and give them positive energy for their journey through the concrete jungle 💗
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