So there's one more paper left that pretty much no one actually cares too much about.
Somehow, certain days are just way too serene for one to want to comment on anything.
Certain days, the only moving thing in sight is the slight waver on the trees. The silent flight of the birds. A form of serenity that leaves you speechless just so you would be part of it all. A form of journey like a modern silent film. An eternal sky and an endlessly-reaching forest.
And whatever thoughts you have just disappear as you return to the actual world, and you wonder how you can stand staring at the sky for 10 minutes.