The seasons have a magical way of easing us into the inescapable reality that time passes and waits for no one. Before the grey starkness of winter, we are flooded by a gush of warm color to keep us hopeful for the coming of spring. Nature is the best artist.
Nuclear spring~ I love how spring just explodes into being against all odds right when we start believing the cold is here to stay!
Day 97 of 365~
Germany
As long as there is a sun for the planet to revolve around, time will be our master. We chase it, we save it, we spend it, we waste it and we race against it. Isn’t it time we make peace with time?
Day 5 of 365, Germany