32 results for 'Cielo'
Each day ends at dusk. Dusk is fleeting and beautiful and different each day. But if we don't pay attention we will miss it; miss the whole enchantment of it. And I just don’t want to miss it... Not a bit of it! Not ever!
Things happen here in the garden at that time of day you know... I mean magical things; things rather undetected or invisible during any other time of the day. I could stay lost in this moment forever...
Fancy shoes, petticoats, long skirts and blouses with puffy sleeves—nothing can stop me from the blissful contact with Nature at dusk, not even mud... So every... (more)
We are surrounded—delimited by zillions of diminutive bodies-creatures of the atmosphere… invading the atmosphere; tailoring the air in intricate winged designs… minuscule bodies meandering the melody of the early evening air… zigzagging invisible paths.
And there are those tingle of spider webs made out of gold and thin air too. Spider web that seem to twinkle and dance from the rooftops down to the garden’s floor when agitated by light...
It’s the enchantment of the summer evenings in the garden. And I am here—clinging to the magic of the moment; racing against time; racing... (more)