We did reflect a lot lately, didn’t we? In a mirror or in a pond when walking, mostly only with our dearest ones. We saw our children grow more closely, with ever bigger feet and thoughts. Sometimes they are heavy but also, on brighter days, feather light. You can see them growing from his eyes, silent like branches. Soon, in spring, there will be leafs. Then, in autumn, thoughts will blow. Growing is reflecting. Reflecting is growing. picture & txt: Stefaan Van Damme