Promises

Clouds in the blue sky

High above our ancestors look down on us have we made them proud? Are we keeping the promises they handed down the ones from so long ago? Or do empty words fill the air fleeting with the wind like clouds in the blue sky?

Lost

Snowy stairs

The further on we go the more lost we become. No signposts up ahead we never read them anyway. Our path is our own footsteps in the fresh snow. We greet each sunset like an old friend. So don't worry about us if you think we are lost. Not knowing where we are is how … Continue reading Lost