Friends are friends…
Friendship is being together.
how about being with oneself?
Me: How are you today?
Myself: Not bad… you?
Gray clouds brought the chilling rains
The orange skies, the dazzling evening.
and the sea almost advanced to touch the lake…
“Looking at the world
over the rim of his teacup
Each tea lasts an hour
he wanders home alone”.
Somewhere in Oxfordshire… where sheep gently grace.
Reflections captured as refractions…