While we were in pandemic winter occupied our eyes. There were oceans in people's tears because of suffering; oceans stretched from shore to shore like melted swords that were wounding and killing us. It was a universal winter that embittered life because it collapsed the roof of many a dream, and it was provoked by that sword of Damocles that represented the Chinese virus and that was cutting us for a while the wheat of the glance, the ear of the embrace and the purifying fruit of the soul: the contemplation of beauty.

But not everything was burned because it happens that since the world is a world there are always shores for the future, there are always reasons to have faith and hope and each one must know where to find those reasons of astonishment, of lights, because they are important for the cultivation of the spirit, for our daily life.

In particular, I find these motifs in nature and when I go to the countryside I do it like a first-time explorer, trying to capture as many ineffable moments as possible, to file them in my memory, because every detail counts, the tree, the branch, the leaf; in short, in the landscape there is every possibility of finding for the healthy enjoyment of body, mind and spirit and it is a blessing to have this connection from which we come out renewed, deep and with the desire to continue living. A pleasure that I recommend to de-stress the existence and enliven the present time.

But without further ado, I leave you a photographic sample of what I contemplated in my last visit to nature, and I do it with the desire to share the beauty although half because nothing equals the human sight. Photographs that were taken last Sunday during a visit to the countryside to celebrate Children's Day with my family and as always, I took advantage and escaped for a couple of hours to the forest to give peace to my spirit that lives in need of nature as the blind man of light.