Separation

Mind the spines.  The fruit is so luscious, worth the risk of being impaled.  

 

At night the stars come out

to greet the moon.  All is well.  Or seemingly so.

 

These are no roses

 Do not smell them.  However, from a measured distance they are so easy to fall in love with.  

Time always

 an exquisite painter.

A beautiful blue triangle

 sharing space with a living concrete wall.  The life force astonishes as does an azure sky.  

A quiet moment:

nothing like it.

 

The gift of an evening walk

 unexpected -- the brains of tree stump.