Life.
I don’t know how life works. It’d be dang pompous to pretend I did… But I truly believe life isn’t perfectly random. You can mark my words on that!
Cyranny’s Jukebox…
Now playing in The Cove… I just love Sia. I do. I want to be Sia’s friend. Now! Now back to my listening… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-BcIkbedIc
After Eight Moments…
Just a few drops of leftover coziness… AKA Abstract comfort in a cup! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
After Eight Moments….
Brrrrrreautiful. f you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Please, come in!
Mr Frost is a sneaky character. You’d think that having all the “outside” to himself, he’d leave the “inside” for us to enjoy, when we are tired of his cold ways… Well think again, my friends! Mr Frost is greedy, and if there’s the slightest crack in your home’s door or window, he’ll let himself…… Continue reading Please, come in!
After Eight Moments…
Mon pays, ce n’est pas un pays, c’est l’hiver! – Gilles Vigneault If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
We were…
Via today’s daily prompt: Almost So very almost, though never really. Never quite, but ever so close to… We weren’t, were we? Should have, could have, but didn’t nail it. How come then, that I miss, what I never had, to begin with?
She…
Walked barefoot her toes gracing the trails, the roads and the paths… All ways leading to the Rome of your heart.
After Eight Moments…
For some reason, I walked home humming The Imperial March tonight… Go figure! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Picture description for Manyofus; this is a picture of my shadow, on the snow-covered sidewalk. Because of my big winter coat, it gives my silhouette a…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Langueur vespérale Oraison jaculatoire, imploration fatale hiatus butoir. Tout rime avec la fin. Il ne reste plus rien. Que toi, moi… des retailles de câlins plein les mains…
