We are legion… An infinite sum of ones, all different. Same blood, millions of hearts beating as one, breathing the same air… Crying the same tears, seeking the same light. Fighting the same fight… Blooming, reaching for the sun, and then fading as one. Tonight’s After Eight Moment is special… It so…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
I have subscribed to the Merriam-Webster newsletter a long while back. Because I just love words. Weird words, unusual words, forgotten words. And just so you know, no, I will never take a short cut and feed you Merriam-Webster’s word of the day for our own challenge! Sometimes, I get the feeling that someone in…… Continue reading Can I sue The Internets for mocking me?
Previously posted August 7th, 2016. She was lying in the tall hay, eyes closed, open minded… What is summer…? It might have slipped from her lips. Or his, had he been there. But she was alone, with her thoughts, resting in the field, her skin offered to the sun. What is summer…? Summer is…… Continue reading Cicada song…
Let’s throw caution to the wind, Dear! Forget Spring’s silly foreplay… I want to nestle in your warm Summer arms right away! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired: Close up on a couple of recently bloomed dandelion flowers, in the…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Snow? Don’t be silly… With you, my sweet Darling, it’s summer all year long!
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She stood at the border of Autumn, hesitating. Sitting quietly on a rock, looking at the green foliage behind her, then peeking at the warmer colors, melting into the leaves, announcing the upcoming Fall. The choice wasn’t hers, and she knew it. Once you came this close to Fall, you fell into the switch…… Continue reading Sharing Fall…
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
Some people like the sights of winter… The whiteness of snow on bending fir trees’ branches. The Christmas colorful lights firing up the freezing nights, starting mid-November, and lingering until mid January… Some people crave the feeling of Spring… The warmth of the first rays of sunlight on their bare arms again. The tickling…… Continue reading The sound of fall…
Yeux brillants Les tiens, les miens Dans un magasin de bonbons, deux enfants… Le jaune des voitures Jeux de gamins Une journée sans rature… Une friandise Cueillie au creux de ta main Minute précieuse que je mémorise… Yeux brillants Les miens, les tiens Yeux de mômes qui brillent ensemble l’espace d’un…… Continue reading Souvenirs…
Cyranny's Cove 