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.
…and I did eat the cake 😉
There’s something soo satisfying about chocolate cake.
Something unknown lies behind that door. Sometimes, I prefer to let a closed door stir my imagination to provide exciting answers than to find out the boring truth.
The lower bottom panel looks like peering eyes.
I saw the lovely pink blossoms and simply couldn’t resist capturing them with my lens. Aren’t they pretty 🙂