Today want to share a magical experience: the crystal melodies of the enchanted winter forest! I was there, along with my camera, for most of a whole day. And it was so beautiful, so enthralling that I sheer forgot to feel the cold at all. And then, when I came home, I spent some days creating the perfect match in sound for the composition I had in mind.
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…
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.
It was her birthday. She so wanted to see her friends, but because of the virus and the quarantine it was impossible to invite guests… But suddenly, unexpectedly, the door bell rang […]
What can one do, to feel the touch of inspiration, yet not descend into the dark atmosphere currently weighing like a blanket of leaded down upon the world? For me, the answer is very simple: you visit your virtual friends!
And thus […]
He stopped at the sweet stalls, finding what he was looking for. The saleswoman, a charming and affable girl, wrapped the jar of fragrant honey he had bought in thick paper. But when she was about to give the goods away, she suddenly look thoughtfully him and smiled mysteriously. […]
She stood by the window, enfolded by the music of November. A cold and gloomy wind threw the fallen leaves mercilessly throughout the garden while low-hanging grey clouds threatened with rain…