Recent acquaintances told me that in the rural school where my father studied, there is the "Golden Foundation of the School", where in the middle of the wall under the glass is stored his work on geography (!) for the fifth class. There is a lot of work and only the best are hanged on the wall, so it is a little strange to see among the fresh works written with beautiful, smooth handwriting yellowed from time leaves with the crude handwriting of a five-year-old. They were then instructed to describe the cycle of water in nature, and he literally described the journey of a certain Chapel, which was evaporated by the rays of the sun, wind, various plants, but it continued to fall in the form of rain and snow in different locations and to break through the sand and streams until one day returned home to the ocean. According to the story, the reason that has held this work at the center of the Foundation for decades has been the following sentence: “Floating smoothly in a slow dance with thousands of the same blindingly shining girlfriends, Kapelka suddenly thought that in order to make this dizzying flight as a snowflake she had to just evaporate from a certain place at the right moment...”.