I'd wish to be lost in obscurity among the autumn leaves and the moon.                             

                                                                      Trying to stitch. Yet another ancient embroidery of mine, even the picture has almost vanished.

My last walk in the forest was sad. I saw five beautiful herons flying in the sky. There was so much grace, calmness,  beauty and eternity in their flight. I still see that picture in my mind and feel those feelings.  I guess in twenty minutes I heard shootings and I'm afraid these magnificent birds

 Kyiv is under missile attack again.   

 For some reason I've decided to finish all my ancient stitching works.   

                            

           

 Where did this reality go where simple things were so beautiful?