India at night during Divali. Remarkable NASA satellite image. :-)
“There may be many flowers in a man’s life, but there is only one rose.” It always seems to happen this time of year. I find something that makes me think of her, and it starts all over again. I don’t know why. I wish I did. I’d give anything for it to go away. It keeps me up at night, and makes my days seem to drag by. When I do manage to sleep, all I can do is dream. Dream of what used to be, and of what I wish was now.
White Rose by Carlo Lonati