Will you stroll with me through my glazed world?See how steadfast they are, these quiet trees.Let's take this path...Careful here... A droplet could fall down your hair and under your scarf and trickle down your spine...Something's waiting for us around the corner...A fallen tree. Weary with glaze, this tree snapped...Come close... See the suffering of … Continue reading Glazed Stroll
Put on your winter boots, pull on your mittens, and let's stroll around the lake. Hear the snow laugh under your feet... She's stuck in this pose... You're better off than her, you know. You can go wherever you want. Isn't that amazing? Is it full of snow? Or maybe mulled wine? Or is it … Continue reading A Walk In Winter
Three times a day, Manoli climbs up the gas pipe in the garden and leaps up to the first-floor balcony, where he mioaos at the window insistently until I open the door for him. Thus am I interrupted from my writing... Is he my cat or am I his human?