After Eight Moments…
Note to self… I am not moss. If I am not happy, I can move… Move out, move away, move on! I am free. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Category: Thoughts
Little things…
Copenhagen’s Airport. The duty free shopping area is filled with passengers looking for a bargain on their way to board their plane. Alcohol bottles, beauty products, ridiculously oversized candy bars… The baskets get full and lines are forming towards the cashiers. When my turn comes, I give the clerk a quick look. The young,…… Continue reading Little things…
After Eight Moments…
How brave a ladybug must be! Each drop of rain is big as she. Can you imagine what you’d do, If raindrops fell as big as you? Aileen Fisher If you want to know what After Eith Moments are about, click here.
Like Ivy – Notthedane56
As an attempt to vary the content in The Cove, and to share the words of bloggers I appreciate, here is the first of a possible series of stories from a writer I mentionned several times in my blog, and dear friend too; Notthedane56. Notthedane56’s blog is on pause for the moment, but you still can…… Continue reading Like Ivy – Notthedane56
Melting hearts…
Any heart, made of the hardest stone can be melted… It just needs to meet its match. The fiercest, brightest flame, straight from Heaven.
After Eight Moments…
Trust me, you can dance! – Cider If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Back in town…
Hello Lovelies, Well oh well, my traveling through Vikingland is (already) over. This morning, waking up in my apartment, it feels a little as a dream, but the few souvenirs, and the many memories remind me that it is as true as can be, and I’ll most probably blog about it, in the upcoming…… Continue reading Back in town…
Seeking the light…
The last night…
Dear, It always ends up happening. No matter how hard I try to stretch time, and how I fill my days with joyous moments, I always get to face that terrible night when the sun has set for the last time on Copenhagen, and I know the next time I’ll see that happening, it will…… Continue reading The last night…
Micro poésie du Vendredi…
Il a fallu si peu, pour créer tout un monde. Fragile, incertain. Mais que serais-je aujourd’hui? Si tu n’étais pas un magicien?
Cyranny's Cove 