Sausages hang in a stall.

The morning mist rose from the road as the sun rose, burning away the night.

Vibrant streets greeted me in the city.

It’s always the same, curious eyes follow me through the room, down every street.

The city had seen better days, but the folk living there still liked their vintage vibes.

The breeze whispered through the leaves that last morning in Velen.

With the sun rising, the night is chased away. The sunshine yellow of the flowers bring a smile to my face.

Night sits outside the cabin walls. But here, in the night’s glow, we are safe. Time is spent in research.

Beyond the window, the forest sits. The green leaves of plants and trees turn silver in the light of the full moon. Dark clouds skitter across the sky.

The cathedral presents a timeless beauty.