There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.
- Dejan Stojanovic
A simple leaf, but not just any leaf.
A dried up, solitary and shriveled leaf floating in the ice-cold January wind.
A remnant of warmer days catching the last rays of the fading winter sun.
A small detail that catches the eye and makes your soul flutter like a butterfly in a spring meadow.
Nature’s subtle poetry and unequalled magnificence in all its splendor.