At the end of the tunnel
Deep blue mountains
One step at the time
The many colours of love
“Every fragile beauty, every perfect forgotten sentence,
you grieve their going away, but that is not how it is.
Where they come from never goes dry.
It is an always flowing spring.” – Rumi
Leaves of light
Lights are stronger than dark shadows
The green view?
Up high or down low?
Sure, it’s safe.
I keep my eye on you.