After Drizzle / Tras la garúa

I find stilling simplicity in the wet vine leaves that glisten under the sunlight after the morning drizzle. Their shining freshness illumines my spirit. My heart quiets down to listen to the drops trickling down the cascade of leaves. Tras la garúa, me serena la simplicidad de las hojas mojadas de la enredadera que brillan … Continue reading After Drizzle / Tras la garúa