a fleeting ripple

As the dusk leaves its place to the night, the world seems to still. The constant breeze stops, not even a leaf moves. Frantic birds...

It’s sweltering hot even inside, even at the early hours of the morning. Cicadas are chirping, a cacophony of insects accompanied by bees...

Warm days seem to be here to stay. Under the constant stream of the spring sun, the plants are blooming and happier than ever. The birds...