The leaf was slowly falling down to the ground. It seems that she would be there - on the ground to where she was slowly falling - till the rain, the air, the animals or the steps of the people could detroy her completelly.

While she was falling - and almost getting to the ground - she felt something warm. Someone took her and carried her away .


Life will never be the same.

The lamp that was turned off - but still hot - is finally getting cold. How come to keep it warm while the connections are getting lost? It is a kind of strange freedom, another gate.