Last night I couldn’t sleep. In that clouded state of neither awake nor asleep, I decided to come up with a comprehensive definition of love.
I don’t recommend this kind of lonely midnight hour activity to anyone.
Anyways, these are the images/moments I came up with…
My father, so proud, taking care of his first-born grandchild, Ael:
A dear friend, having finally found his true soulmate:
Hopes and dreams of a bride…
It’s there, between my mother and my oldest son (here still a baby):
It’s in the quality time, however fleeting, between a mother and her child:
It’s in Annica and Bernardo.
And it’s there, in the moment of the last goodbye.