the grass, refreshing air and the spring breeze are all calling for . . .

Right at the edge, where we all stand, but only a few of us know it

a Parisian calm after a spring thunderstorm

standing out with a RED statement

one friendly talk, one deep moment of connection, could last for ever

sometimes rivers flows gold here

it's not uncommon to see people who stayed here way too long

one big load of memories

one young & fresh salute

a sign on a remote path, the only reason to believe you wont be alone

every look, every smile, part of our being

old, but still with powerful fire within

for old times' sake