I bent the sun to my plans, yet I bent several of its hours to good use though small troubles, sharing meaningful images, and finding quiet joy in tasks completed. Those talking pics served as my witnesses:

On our way to Sicily, Italy. Great view from the plane!

A few weeks ago, I took a walk that ended up being longer than usual. It wasn't planned, just happened. Something was just weighing on me that day. I’d cleared my desk, and nothing else was calling for

Часом ми тікаємо, шукаємо нові горизонти, намагаємося знайти себе в чомусь іншому. А потім наступає ніч, приходить тиша, і всередині щось знову починає кликати назад. Туди, де тепло. Туди, де серце нарешті