Dear Stranger, I don’t know you, but something tells me you, too, have once walked through a forest filled with

Last night, while searching for something gentle to fill the silence, a series found its way to my screen, and

It was a quiet Saturday night. I was writing posts and tidying up thoughts for my blog, when I heard

Dear Stranger, I’m reading that book again.. Not because I’ve forgotten it, but because it won’t let me forget myself..

Tonight, the moon is whole..Dressed in red.. Not out of anger, but emotion.. It stands high and silent, like a

September.. For me  here in Greece, it is never just another page on the calendar.. It is the beginning.. I

There are places that feel as if they’ve been left behind in time.. Somewhere in the 1980s.. Signs faded by

The Ones Who Never Give Up On August mornings, when the sun rises heavy and the heat burns everything, the

Today the weather feels more like September, even if the calendar insists it is still August..In the morning, I wake