The flight of Icarus.

Sun rising in Arbatax.

Will be away again. BUON FERRAGOSTO.

HUGS

 

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; in feelings, not in figures on a dial.

We should count time by heart throbs.

He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.

[Aristotles]

Done