BOUQUET OF SUNSETS
It felt like a silly urge; “let me stop the car for a moment and grab it with both my hands.” I’m speaking about the big, grand ball of sun painting the evening sky....
It felt like a silly urge; “let me stop the car for a moment and grab it with both my hands.” I’m speaking about the big, grand ball of sun painting the evening sky....
After a hectic day, my body cries for a balm to calm every part of my being. In the silence of darkness, I find the quietness of balance to renew the lost vigour and...