*keys and silence

 Sometimes we don't know

that we have the keys already.

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*thin silver threads

Spiderwebs.

When they are full of tiny water drops,

reflecting the mild light of a misty fall morning,

they appear like a true masterpiece to me.

Pure, transient perfection.

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*morning mist

The greatest joy,

to wander in the morning mist

that envelops everything out there

and reveals thousands of flimsy silver threads

connecting everything.

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*inside

The succulent in the second picture is from dear Lotte in Belgium. At first, it didn’t grow very well, but after a summer in the greenhouse, it looks vibrant!

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*outside

Misty days alternate with clear, windy ones. It smells like snow, but we haven’t had any yet.

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*October light

I love how the light changes with the seasons. The later it gets in the year, the lower the sun hangs, and the more it actually reaches into the rooms of our home. Every day, the leaves of our birches turn a little more yellow, and soon no leaf will be left on the delicate black branches. My dear old neighbor passed away, and I have felt her presence with me ever since. As always, there is so much I would like to say, but my words are stuck. I wonder if that knot will ever loosen.

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*at times

At times

I feel like a deer

in a very small forest

surrounded by streets

 full of fast cars

and unpredictable humans.

The noises make it jump

from one end to the other –

perpetually.

Constantly being on the alert,

never finding rest.

{Claudia Voglhuber}

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*softly

Softly as in a morning light.

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*pastel ocean

 The last pictures of our Croatia trip.

The rocks have been so warm from storing the day sun.

The pastel colors, so soft and delightful.

September has gone by so incredible fast.

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*between old olive trees

In the south

the evening light

feels even more magical.

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