The point is that when I see a sunset or a waterfall or something, for a split second it’s so great, because for a little bit I’m out of my brain, and it’s got nothing to do with me. I’m not trying to figure it out, you know what I mean? And I wonder if I can somehow find a way to maintain that mind stillness.
AU where Bucky is a glassblower and is completely in love with Steve, the baker’s son. He’s too shy to talk to the blond, so he instead makes him tiny little trinkets that he leaves in the knot of a tree outside of the bakery.