WHITE

There are days when heaven and earth disappear and what remains is beautiful.
There are days when you can cut firs from clouds and look at them for a long time. Then the now glows so alone.
There are days when world becomes picture and one can be part of it. And also the camera is there and it marvels and it freezes, too. And when the freezing is so huge that the laughter sets in, and the luck, then fear and war vanish and everything is white.

Loredana Nemes