At Day’s End

Even on top of the highest dune one cannot see beyond the horizon, only watch how the waves break - and see the water drops rejoin, to become a part of the sea again. Is it not with our life the same? For we cannot see a new tomorrow just how the day comes to …

Winter Sunset

Against the cold winter sky, the trees are just like living statues of an unprecedented art, with their branches that look as reaching hands dressed in black woven lace, and softly moans when they have to bend their crowns, as deeply as the wind desires.