Daydreaming

He everyday got up relaxed and ready for work. He liked it and everybody counted on him. His bosses promoted him and regularly raised his salary. In the evening, when he arrived at his island of peace, his wife was already there looking forward to him. Maybe he was dreaming.

Starry night

That was a perfect moment for her: a mild breeze caressing her long black hair, occasionally the cicada’s song, the black starred sky reflecting on the dark water of the reservoir. She was sitting, relaxed, in peace with herself. A small stone broke into pieces that mirror of the sky.