A well-equipped quiet library fills my mind with such satisfaction. Looking at the books from row to row, one is always spoilt for choice.
There’s so much to read and not enough time to read them all.
Dimly lit, the whisper of dusk
invites the night,
reminding me that
this day will never happen again.
What can we do without water? Every living thing would cease to exist.
The men are carrying barrels of bottled water, and the pigeons help themselves to the free fountain from the urn.
Each day a beautiful one is born
adding her colourful effervescence
to the medley of growing beauties.