The night stretches,Day after day.It stretches, and stretchesAnd stretches away.Giving more timeFor dreamers like me,To dream, dream, dreamAnd drift sweetly.Into your arms,Into your heart.Of your life story,Can I be a part?I just want to cuddleAgainst your chest,As the night stretchesI just want to rest…
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading To you… From me. (October 23rd FFF)
It was Tom’s first night out, dumpster diving. Victoria had strongly objected, when he had first brought up the idea… ”Who wants to eat trash??” She argued. But them both being out of work gave his plan the advantage. Tom had studied the subject, he sure wasn’t the first one to decide to benefit…… Continue reading Dumpster diving…
Great wide wings spread out, Ready to fly far away… Reaching for the sky.
I try my best not to blog about covid-19… I know it is useless to rant about it, because we are (literally) all in the same boat. Whining is futile, and quite honestly, I think that everybody is tired to read about it. I am too. But it makes me really angry when I see…… Continue reading I’m in…
Montréal’s sky used to be filled with airplanes passing by, from early mornings to late evenings… I always enjoyed watching them fly above my head. I tried to guess where they were coming from or where they were headed to. Often, I wished I could magically hop in and tag along, no matter the…… Continue reading It is kind of sad…
This fall, a new tv series is coming here in Québec, that I am really looking forwards to watching. La faille (The breach), seems to be about a serial killer spree and the police investigation going on in a wellknown (though definately not touristic) town called Fermont. I think that most Quebecers know about Fermont but…… Continue reading The wall…
* When he snapped out of his nap, he was surrounded by eight not very happy looking security guards. Not the best way to wake up, by all means… Are you Mr Sean Wilson? By the man’s tone of voice, Sean had the feeling he should lift his hands up, but he just nodded.…… Continue reading Napping – #1MinFiction
Today is Miss Freja’s birthday. Our now five years old furball made sure to remind me of that all day by spending all of her time napping somewhere I couldn’t not see her. I was jealous. I too wanted to curl up in an oddly comfortable corner of the apartment, and just drift to dreamland.…… Continue reading Just thinking…
Cyranny's Cove 