I adore the notion of scaling the loftiest mountains. It may be a struggle to reach the summit, but the absolute tranquility would be standing on top of the world.

Mountain Top

Mon meilleur jour a toujours été un pique-nique sur l'herbe près de la Tour Eiffel.

Super repas

In depths concealed from curious eyes,
There dwells a pod with clever guise,
Graceful dolphins of nature's own devise.

Untouched by man's falsehood and blare,
In spectral silence, they make their lair;
We know not of their existence there.

Do they frolic, are they austere?
'Tis unknown until they appear,
Without motive but to endear.

In fond salutation, they vault and twirl,
A secret whisper in the ocean's swirl,
Of friendly beasts in their hidden world.

Under the surface

Wise in what we use,
Conserving, recycling, change -
Small acts, large impact.

Recycle

Morning chaos swirls,
Two days within dawn's first light,
Time and clocks entwirl.

Running Clock

Sunset's soft retreat,
Ends day embraced by warm bath,
Peace in water's heat.

Submerged in Silence

After a week of constant hustle and challenges, I'm standing on the cusp of the weekend. Eagerly, I await the freedom and ease it promises. It's a hard-earned reprieve that leaves me feeling fulfilled and boosts motivation for the coming week. This cycle serves as a reminder that reward and relaxation always follow persistence.