washed by a spring rain the street becomes a canvas painted by the lights
we find happiness when we enjoy the moment we are in right now
something majestic is no match for our wish to get to someplace else
the least impressive part of a structure can be the most important
we can always choose: stand in hatred and darkness or where there is light
winter reminds us just how quickly things can change that we can’t control
we mimic nature when creating a pattern that is most simple
the world around us is full of illusions that we have requested
the shape something takes is never an accident it just does what’s best
there is a quiet that only winter can bring let’s not ignore it