The breeze carries the voices far and wide. Children’s laughter, the bustle of a bazaar, the whirs and hums of factories.

They live on this island, this city in the sky.

I’m not the biggest fan of romantic gestures, but flowers capture the essence of what I find beautiful. Nature’s artwork; little pieces of life folded into an origami creation.

There may be a million roses out there, but (as a favourite author of mine once put it):

“It is the time you have spent for your rose that makes your rose so important.”

He stood there; breathless.

Butterflies dived and soared like fish below the ocean. The unbroken view of wooden behemoths encapsulated him. A single light in the dark.

Globes – to me, at least – represent the smallness of the planet we are bound to.

Billions of stories; adventures, romances, conspiracies and murders – all occurring during a single moment on this tiny globe.

Who knows where we’ll go next?