Like rain, I fell for you.
I just ate this beautiful avocado. I love avocados.
Vasantha Yogananthan
La Traversée, 2012.
Amelie has no boyfriend. She’s tried once or twice, but the results were a letdown. Instead, she cultivates a taste for small pleasures: dipping her hand into sacks of grain, cracking creme brulee with a teaspoon, and skipping stones at St. Martin’s canal.
From Odysseus
Mikael Kennedy
Three whitetail bucks locked horns in battle and drowned together in a creek in Ohio.
This is so weirdly beautiful. 
Tássia Bianchini, Continuous studies on what´s transitory and essential - searching the movement,  2013