When the air is fresh, and the sun is shining, we walk.
When the canal is calling us, in beauty and reflections, we walk.
When the sun is descending, and our shadows start dancing, we walk.
When icons come into view, beckoning us to step closer, we walk.
When the position of the sun drops suddenly, creating beauty right before our eyes. We stop. Then, we walk.
When our time has come to carry on back home, we turn for one last look. We capture the beauty and get a fruitful reminder of how precious this place is. Then, we walk.
Have you loved where you live lately?
All photos were taken by me, can be used by me, and only me. Unless you have my permission of course.
I love this - very cool poem, and gorgeous pictures!
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