In the silent heart of old Prague, where shadows linger and legends breathe, truth is not spoken but felt— a quiet knowing that endures beyond the ages, woven into the stones and whispered by the river of Golden Dreams— Řeka zlatých snů.
In this world of change, where each day brings new experiences, impressions, and stimuli, we sometimes forget the old, the familiar.
And when we encounter it again—allow ourselves to feel it, to let it in—we sense, deep in our hearts, that all is well. It is a feeling of coming home, warmly, and deeply.
Life is what it is. Take it, give it, and it will come to you in its own time- again.
I cheer- once again- forever: Praha– Prague, the golden city.
~ What lives in the heart is never far away; it remains close, quietly shaping every moment with its gentle presence ~
