We called ourselves Homo Sapiens Sapiens, but we still know very little.

Mirrows show us what we see

November

Open the door, don't close the door, le blount s'enchargera'

November

                                            Sometimes the only way to see things straight

November

"What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what is lovable in man is that he is an over-going and a down-going".(cit)

November

Lock Love and throw the key

Late Summer Light

Passing through the park, I was in awe, I was happy to be there, today.
This recalled me of  the feeling I often have when leaving a place: In spite of any unpleasant experience I might have lived during my permanence, when the day of farewell gets closer I  start  looking  at things from a state of grace:
 Everything is at the right place, and I love it.
"Strange how we are able to fully appreciate only in the time of departing", I thought (that was not the first time).
 Might it be because we are finally able to let things be what they are, looking  at them without any questioning or demands..