Sculpture by Zoltan Pitsur
The windmill spins with the rhythm of time —
carrying the memories of yesterday
and dreams of tomorrow on its blades.
We are made of our past.
We must remember it, honor it.
But the future is fluid —
a canvas of imagination,
shaped by the winds of desire and belief.
The wind rushes forward, never still.
And while the windmill tries to catch and harness it,
it never truly can.
But you can.
Pause.
Feel this moment.
Life spins quickly — like the blades of a windmill.
Slow it down.
Remember where you are,
and who is by your side.
This — this is the moment worth living.