Crawlers

High up towards the nurturing Sun. Millions of tiny legs, biting, digging deep. The run is on...who will win?
Spreading fast. Conquering. Feeding.
Cruel life.

A Happy Place

Do you have a "Happy place"? I do. 

It's a beach in the South of Vietnam I always "go" to whenever I'm feeling blue.

I like sit on the soft, warm sand, burying my toes in the cooler damp layers underneath.

It’s always sunset when I "get" there . Deep reds, yellows and purples illuminate the sky and dance on the calm water’s surface.
I'm normally alone with the sounds and smells of the dying day. Sometimes there are people playing in the water. Lovers. Happy and content.

I sit there and watch the waves break. It feels like the ocean is “breathing” in and out. I try to time my breathing with the ocean’s and sink into my thoughts, leaving all stress, worries, sadness, anger, or whatever damaging feeling have brought me there behind. Time becomes of irrelevance and I “wake up” feeling refreshed and ready to face the world again.

Patience

A garden full of fruit. Thousand shapes of green. Cool shade from the beaming rays. I'm really far too early. Another week to Eden. Patience is not a virtue.  Its hunger. Its longing. Waiting. For a taste so familiar...

And finally.... Reward!

Something in the ruins

I passed by this place today and was left mesmerized. But it wasn't the house, or whatever was left of it itself. It was the way rich afternoon rays changed color bouncing off each-other, while coming through the large holes, left where ones windows and doors have been.

The reds, purples and yellows danced with one another fiercely, creating a beautiful spectrum. One that screamed anger.

I wish I could have been here this morning to witness the sunrise...to have seen how the pastel calmness of awaking pinks and mellow blues transformed this place slowly into a serene one, full of calm and longing.

A glimpse back in time

I have a "thing" for windows. Passing by the old houses in historic Sozopol I wander what stories are hidden within them. What lies behind dusty windows and tightly shut blinds? Was this ones someone's happy home, filled with laughter? My imagination goes wild...

Right now they look sad. Deserted. Bent under the pressure of times past. It's a different kind of beauty this...severe in a way.

An empty house is like a lonely person...They need love. A tender touch to awaken them and return them to their former, long forgotten glory.