In the middle of everything.
Just wondering… is this house still there? Nine years have gone since I visited this area. What does it look like in the summer? When the trees and bushes are green, how much of the house can you see from the road? And the people who live there? Do they only live there during the summer, or all year around? Questions arise in my mind, I won’t get any other answers than my imagination gives me.
It seems to be nostalgically romantic, doesn’t it?
Merely a shadow is our life
a reflection of a dream to come,
from an unknown realm
and then just as suddenly gone
So what is right and what is wrong?
Who can tell and still go on?
And does it really matter!
When you just have to believe,
and the world will turn you up-side-down.
evening in the month of august,
not quite day, and not quite night
but soon enough
soon an inky blackness…
the wind has gone to sleep
pines reflect in a watery mirror
calm, still and quiet
a lonely diver,
a solitary cry
a nippy emptiness
… I wish I was there. Now!
A small peek from where I’ve been today.
No! I haven’t been… row, row row the boat gently down the stream…..
But it has been heavenly!
And now I have some writings to do… XD