The delicacy of life.

The delicacy of life. Insects buzz in search of pollen, a snail moves slowly across a leaf, a beam of light falls on a flower. Even the backyard has more secrets than we know, let alone this earth.

When I stepped out it was about 3 pm, and only then I realized it was actually perfect weather. For about a week now I've been working on my thesis almost uninterrupted. But I am a lot more confident now than I was a week ago; I actually think it's going to work out alright.

Have a good weekend all.


[In colour.]