I embrace the gray days, different shades of the gray sky. From blue to green and red to purple. This grayness is like solace. It makes the colors shine. Promises clouds to fade away and sunny day still to come. Gray day is hope in its all shades. I love the gray days.
There’s something magical and unbelievably calming in old forests. It’s fascinating how some trees can live up to several hundreds or even thousands of years.
August 5, 2014.
Gravel crackles under my feet. Choir of grasshoppers on warm summer eve. Scent of summer rich and sweet. Sun is turning towards next adventure. Summer at its best is blooming in splendor.