Tuesday 28 April 2015

The place called Rest

I would like to describe rest as a place, a house. A big white house with chandelier, large rooms and gold candle sticks. A house surrounded with flowers, trees and lush green grasses with a flowing river that glimmers as a result sun rays.
Alternatively, I can describe rest as a lighthouse, in the middle of the deep blue ocean, as high as can be with a window at the top and a yellow light shinning