I have to pull myself together now. Life rarely gives second chances, and when it does, you have to seize it! I am hoping to take advantage of this eleven story descent to the max, which should give me a good… 45 seconds? Maybe a minute? Take your time elevator! I place back my…… Continue reading M – Part Eight
Walk a garden once, your are a visitor. Walk it twice, and you belong there… Oooh… Ooohhh…Who are you? – Coo the turtledoves on the neighbour’s rooftop. Who am I? Good question. A passer by… An observer. An alien in motion, watching, listening, feeling, tasting everything so foreign. Even if I have walked the streets…… Continue reading My Odense garden… Part 2
No matter how dark and somber skies may seem… They can clear up quicker than you can blink. And you have have no clue how nice it is until it happens before your unbelieving eyes… The only question remaining, how long will skies remain baby blue….
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Way before the frenzy of the day to come, I stand alone in my borrowed garden, away from everything and everyone. I try to fit, to be a part of the calmness, and the beauty of the dawn. Two turtedoves guard, perched on the edge of the house’s chimney. Taking turns, they look down on…… Continue reading My Odense garden…
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I neatly place the few things doctor Madsen has left on the desk, so that they face the place in the comfortable armchair which I can’t look straight at, still feeling silly for my earlier mistake. I hope I won’t develop a leatherarmchairphobia, but it is clearly not impossible. I’m never going to sit…… Continue reading M – Part Seven
Where am I?
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven… – Led Zeppelin
