thoughts and musings and things like that
on walks.
on walks.

on walks.

A house under renovation

two trees blooming outside

on a grey, cold, silent afternoon

in Spring.


A leaf floating downstream, darkening as it descends the frigid waters

then another leaf, then leaves, twirling in little whirlpools.


At the curve of the path, river rushing behind you, rises a small hill, on which are sprinkled the colorful signs of Spring, all sorts of yellows, blues, pink.

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