Nestled on a narrow strip of land between two lakes the house stood on the very shores of both. Trees, mountains and skies reflected in their peaceful crystal waters.
In the morning, the splendour of the rising sun mirrored like liquid gold in the lake to the East. And in the evening the light of the setting sun would move and wreathe like living fire upon the gentle waves of the lake to the West. Indeed, the beauty of that place cannot be described in words, for it was like an amazing fairy tale […]
A butterfly flew nearby. She saw the orchids and said to them, “You are like a magic floating carpet, so beautiful with the most enchanting colours! I envy you! Every day you can enjoy each others company, bask in the light, and be safe and happy. But I must work hard to find food and be afraid of predators.” […]Read More
As Light may spring from Darkness, so beauty may rise even from the ashes of our dreams…Read More