Beautiful,

Brittle,

Dried....

What do you think’s on the other side?

The ocean.

What if it’s the desert? ...

An old cave?

The inside of a dormant volcano?

Or childhood memories etched in stone? ...

Caged in,

Looking at the world,

Wondering why. ...

Walking through the fields today felt different. The usual dense morning grey had given way to patches of light fog. The sun was trying ...

You look pale.

I’m just a little cold.

Hang in there, spring is coming....

The charm of an old city…

History,

Stories,..

Tree: Thank you for keeping me warm.

Moss: I’ve only covered a small part of you.

Tree: You may be small, but you helped....

To sip in silence,

Without haste,

Sensing your fingertips,...

Old,

Crumbling,

Yet charming...

Vibrant colors and cupcakes,

The perfect combination,

For a cold, wet Sunday....

Snow on leafless branches.

They arrived yesterday,

But left today....

Wash over me.

Wear me down.

Let me melt into you, ...

Deserted streets late at night.

It’s cold.

I’m alone....

Confetti on carnival days,

Sprinkled in the streets,

As people play....

Even single trees,

Have support close by.

Side by side,...

A winter’s ocean,

Grey and cold,

Caressing the sandy shore. ...

Colorful wooden doors,

Hiding in corners,

Waiting to be discovered. ...

There’s a family-owned dairy factory in our village. They still use old-fashioned milk cans made of metal. I’ve never seen them being filled or ...

Winter afternoons in our village.

Empty streets,

A desolate church,...