clouds hover over the horizon. blink and they're gone. they melt away soon. there's a clatter of cars in the background, distant from this cold hilltop. and in the foreground the sky looks close enough to touch, before night falls.
there's a forest at my backyard. all i have to do is open the door, walk fifty-six steps to my right and nature is there. i hike. there are a few short trails, leading to unseen bits of land. there's peace to be found, walking through dense trees and bits of scrub. no-one… Continue reading nature + peace + loophole
the roots of the tree jut out, rib-like below the pavement that it is bending out of shape. above, the concrete is rough, cracked, torn. there's wisdom to be seen in the sprawl of the branches, if one just knows where to look. (it's etched into the tree, watching countless bypassers) a fine… Continue reading roots + wisdom + grit
icicles hang from the branches, arching them down, stooped and slowly aged. the trees stand close, tall and hiding a multitude of secrets in earth. a final tree is selected, photographed and left to stand alone.
If we were having coffee, you'd be dropping by my place late in Saturday evening. I was out all day, and also out of the Wi-Fi range which was incredibly quiet. I can't be social too long, unfortunately. I have to be up for work in the morning and I'm already yawning. (Sorry) I'd tell you… Continue reading Over Coffee (15)
she palms the stack of green paper, freshly spit out of the ATM. counts it once, twice - all as should be and returns to the office. (it doesn't feel as heavy in her bag as expected) she gets back and works longer days - one hour, two hours. it makes no difference to her.… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 9 (green)