A Space for Reflections and Musings
Shoots spring out from the moist earth and poke their tiny heads exuberantly toward the sky. Something crawls by, something flies by, something stomps by, yet the shoots sing carefree songs of mirth. Shielded by the leaves of their elders, they continue to bloom and soon enter the cycle of life. Rain, Sun, and stars... Continue Reading →
“I want to talk to you.” The air whispered to the man who was standing nearby taking a picture of the sunlight filtering in through the window and lighting up the wooden floor. Two chairs and a small round table were laid by the windowpane. It was an invitation for a conversation for two people... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 