Some landscapes return to us not just for their scenic beauty, but for the mesmerising silence they left behind. A quiet memory that meant so much more than words ever could.
Autumn blazes in its colours, even as the first frost whispers of winter to come. Sometimes, we find ourselves in a season of change, carrying the beauty of who we are while sensing that something new lies ahead.
On reflection, I find that every transition holds both an ending and a beginning.
A short story? A sudden poem? A little bit of both.
It turned out the biggest barrier wasn’t the barking or the language. Just the simple text I didn’t know how to frame in time.
The moment was gone, and the symbolic smile carried all the words left uninterpreted. I’m sure you may have missed a moment too, because you couldn’t find the right words.
Zwergspitz is the German name commonly used for the Pomeranian. This little dog reminded me of the smaller, rounder, mostly white variety of fluffy dogs I know back home in India.