Hope in the midst of trouble.

My reflection.

Just writing what comes to mind.

Do you believe in love?

"I could compare my music to white light which contains all colours. Only a prism can divide the colours and make them appear; this prism could be the spirit of the listener."
- Arvo Part.

Violet Christmas.

Colors, swirling, sickness.

"Blinding swirls of purple and red
Bursting like fireworks above my head
Gone are the heavy, cloaking grays
The washed-out blues of duller days…"

A sunset I wish I could share with you.

A tragic story of young love which had a happy ending.

Hmm.