. Sometimes, The only way to escape The weight Of the big picture, Is to focus on Tiny, insignificant Things… Abstractness Is a luxury, That soothes the mind When the harshness Of Life is just a little Too concrete. . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
. Is it wrong to feel A little happy knowing Winter is dying? . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Beautiful sky, captured during a short walk in my neighbourhood today.
. . Some people Consider winter nights Boring… I like how Sculptural Light is, when it dances With the dead-looking Trees. .
. One on one meeting With a glorious sunset… A bouquet of light. . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Wide angled shot of the sunset through some of the last leaf-baring trees of our neighbourhood.
. A good partner, Loves you despite your craziness. A great partner, Hops on the crazy train With you! . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on the pumpkin Chéri carved for me, for Halloween. For obvious reasons, he…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
. Some flee the night… I embrace it, It is my kingdom. Only in its Foggy folds can I Hide My favorite secrets… Well tucked Between a Longing sigh and A cheek-blushing Whisper… And I revel In all the sweet Little nothings That keep reminding Of you. . . . If you want to…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
. If you’re feeling blue, Everything seems wrong… If your life makes no sense, You just ache And don’t know what to do… Here’s my sky, It’s not much, that I know… But light heals, I was told. Let my warm sunset rays Leave your dear cheeks dry… . . . If you want…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
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. Oh, Night… Obscure refuge For the haunted Minds. I crave you From dawn to dusk, Relentlessly. Wrapped in your Black velvet robe, I free my Most precious thoughts, Bright fireflies Discreet shooting stars… Because only In your hands Does light find Its true meaning…
. Last evening, already. 🙁 . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; The moon rising over the St-Maurice River.
Cyranny's Cove 