What if I was the sheep, could speak sheep, and was trying to win over that special one in the flock that felt right for me? Maybe I would say…

Would you open your leaves

One at a time,

So I can look into your eyes? ...

Running around,

Playing catch,

Rolling downhill, ...

Surprisingly,

Bumpers cars still exist.

And today’s children...

A calm lake,

Blue skies,

Distant, clear horizons...

My friend,

He has a heart of gold.

If he could, ...

Three weeks have passed,

They’ve changed color,

And a few, ...

When I first saw this picture, I had no clue where Susanne took it. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out why and where these numbers could ....

Sunday afternoon,

Working the field,

Up and down, ...

Only a few leaves left…

Most fallen,

Blown into the fields, ...

There’s a farmer close to our village with a few planted fields of corn. I’ve watched them grow since the day they were planted. Today, they’re slowly drying ...

When my day comes,

I wish I could look like this:

Used, empty, ...

I miss those days,

When they were small,

Cuddly, soft, innocent. ...

Nature’s changing colors…

Breathtaking and predictable.

Unlike the seasons, ...

In youth

Life was full of colors,

Endless possibilities, ...

Ordered,

Precise,

Uniform, ...

There were days,

My core was screaming stop,

But I couldn’t hear, ...

How can parts of me

Be open,

Burning, ...

Autumn leaves,

Wet,

Dispersed, ...

It’s that time again…

Grey never ending skyline,

Bare trees, ...