Flashback Friday to the scenery of a cold winter evening. Back to a time of seemingly everlasting darkness, but suddenly there it was before my eyes: hope for a new dawn splashed out in blushing pink across the ink coloured sky. Sometimes all it takes is that you lift your gaze and focus on the horizon (and I am not only talking about photography here). It is not all written in the stars, nor is the ink permanent. In order to continue your story, you might have to erase something first. Still, you hold the pen.
Have a nice weekend!