After enduring a long, dark winter, the arrival of Spring was a sudden and welcome relief. Without hesitation, I grabbed my camera and ventured into the forest.
Surrounded by sweet white flowers and shimmering leaves, I felt the heavy cloak of winter fall from my shoulders. ‘Now I am ready!’ I thought, embracing the beauty of Spring and the hope of new beginnings.
Join me on this meditative walk through the enchantment of Spring, and let it fill you with peace and happiness.
Lalaria Beach, emerging like a scene from an untold myth. We were greeted by a dragon frozen in stone, rising like a primordial guardian out of the ice-blue water while the bluish-grey cliffs, towering and majestic, felt like silent sentinels watching over us …
He stood by the window, looking at the raindrops softly falling on the ground. It seemed nothing could disturb his peace. But suddenly, a bright rainbow in the sky drew his attention …
It was late, and the magical town was asleep. Only two small faeries flew quietly through the empty streets into the forest. And what a forest it was! Gigantic trees, sweet flowers and plants constantly changed their colours and shapes. It was so beautiful, there in the moonlight, so mesmerising! But our faeries, Lily and Aurora, didn’t look around. They hurried, for there was little time.
He stopped near one of the paintings. It showed a girl resting, reclined comfortably on boulders that… Ah! If you looked closer, they were actually the huge head of a man half-buried in the ground. She seemed lost in a dreamy reverie, gazing up at the sky. A congregation of stars and everything around her was full of movement. Only she, herself, seemed to stand still in time and space…
Having courageously completed a whole bunch of practical chores and homework, Sergei sadly sank into a chair and sighed … “When will spring come?” he thought in confusion, looking out the window. It was already mid-March, but cold and lousy weather stubbornly held on to their positions on the street. […]
It was late, and Pavel was the last to leave the building, just like he always was. But this time, instead of hurrying home, he stood nearby for a while, looking around while checking his watch, brows furrowed. Waiting. Suddenly, a large truck turned around a corner and approached the building …
Last night he’d had a strange and wonderful dream … One of those dreams which seem so real they become like a true memory when you wake up from them. But surely, this was but a dream …
He was the Spirit of the Night, and wherever he went, people had the most vivid and colorful dreams. 🔮
She was the Spirit of the Day, and where she flew, the air was filled with tender daydreams and visions. 🦋
She invited him in, closing the door behind him, and found a vase for the roses while she asked if he would like some coffee. He placed the box on the table. ‘With pleasure,’ he replied. She felt his eyes on her back as she walked out to the kitchen.
Reflections of the Heart 