Whispers of Bled

“Come. Listen to the ice. Can you hear how it cracks? Just as it has for centuries or even milennia. 

Winter has bleached the landscape, nature has frozen in time and it seems that time has stopped for a moment. 

But this is not time that winter has stopped. Rare birds fly above the lake. A courageous man bridges the distance another way, 

travelling to the island to pray and see the clear sky from another angle.”