snowflakes the snowflakes dance in the yellow circles around the street lights like mosquitoes around candles in the summer, and all around it is dark and quiet, the snow kind of silence.
we caught the snowflakes, cold on our tongues, eyes blinded by the street lights and dizzy from looking into the tumbling flakes.  ¶ 9:37 PM 1 Comments  

  london and london and london in a kitchen in holloway, close to busy streets and the hills of Hampsted, just fed with cappuccino e cornetto, checking my email on some neighbour's wireless, planning a day wandering around my London, to dive in and out of memories, to meet over coffee or hot chocolate, to plan next stages.  ¶ 9:57 AM 2 Comments  

  train musings here I am sitting on the train, train through white winter landscape. Trees with their proud sugar coating, fields powdered, not yet covered completely. The sky now matches the mood on the ground: white, tranquil, but so bright. Earlier it did not exist at all, when looking up before I could not tell where the sky begins, snow flakes connected sky and ground.
Oh soon the sugar coating will disappear again, and the landscape will look dark brown, wet and moss green. So sad and real and bare. And the sugar coating will return again, and disappear and return, all through winter.  ¶ 9:11 PM 0 Comments