Apartment living is crushing my soul. I feel as though I have lost my connection to life. Time and seasons pass but nothing changes. It's the same four walls. The difference only whether there is snow or leaves on the trees I can see through the balcony door. I long for a garden. To smell and feel the earth between my fingers. To watch for signs of life in the spring. To watch the bees too …
In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.
