And then… …some pictures I took (and Instagrammed) during my trip to my village. In the sea, and shells, and the gravel, you’ll find Him. If not Him, you’ll find patterns. And that’s the same thing. All we ever wanted. A brown house, yellow flowers, and colorful dreams. Old dreams, like grains stored in a jar. I bring them out during winter. Because we’ve been together since childhood; climbing those trees, and riding those cycles. So much so that even the sunshine knows where to find our traces. Previous, Related Posts: About travelling, and writing of it: Emptying the Cup About photos that are poems: Because I Can Instagram About photos of a poet’s house: Ghalib Memorial Share this:TweetPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... 4 thoughts on “And then…” Add yours I love love love the first pic and your caption. So true and so lovely. LikeLike Reply Thank you so much Morgan. 🙂 LikeLike Reply how blissful 🙂 LikeLike Reply 🙂 LikeLike Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.