I see a family of rabbits hopping through the bushes, their white tails bobbing as they move. I pause to watch them, trying not to startle them. They stop briefly to look at me before vanishing into the dense underbrush. It’s about making memories that last forever.
The fire crackled as the wind howled against the windows. For a long time, they sat in silence, each immersed in their own thoughts, with the heavy weight of the past hanging between them, a burden neither could evade. 🐜Painting exhibition Paintings, arranged