In the beginning I was daily extinguishing mountain fires, which in time subsided and became barbeque fires, and my source of water gradually grew and I will use it for sowing seeds in spring.

Again and again I look in my inner mirror and search for my real face.

And as the leaves change colour throughout the year, my face changes through the seasons of time.

And every wrinkle and every scar tells its own tale. And I need to love them all, that I would be able to love myself.