Author: Claude Kempen
My vision of the Future:
Dear Past People,
Today, the air was so fresh that I got dizzy when it hit my lungs. This happens sometimes when I hang up my clothes or when I check on the trees that surround and nourish my home.
Often, it happens when I do a round to visit my neighbours. On the way back from my leisurely stroll, I take my clothes from the line, already dry from the soft air and sun. Life is quiet and my coffee is always warm, no microwave in sight.