I stretch in the dark, extending each finger, each toe. I watch the light bleeding in through the edge of the curtains, listening as a train rolls by in the distance. I begin to think of my day. Coffee, food, work, eating enough fruits and vegetables.
I pull on socks, shoes, a jacket. Stretch again before going outside. It's early and quiet; only dogs and joggers pass. A winter bird dances in a tree above me. I try to remember my dream, but it breaks apart like smoke. I don't remember what woke me. I don't remember the feeling. The world is new, and getting brighter.
Kaunis teksti. Minun työmatkani varrella on eräs pensas, jossa varpuset tanssivat aina isoina parvina. Se on jotenkin liikuttavaa ja ihanaa. Ja kaupunki on muuten parhaimmillaan noin, aamuvarhain.
ReplyDeleteHei, kiva nähdä sinut täällä! Varpuset tosiaan ovat liikuttavia pieniä palleroita näin talvisin. Ja aamuissa on taikaa!
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This is beautiful! I'm just catching up on this project now and love it. Stunning in every way.
ReplyDeleteHello Jane and welcome! Thank you for your lovely words.
DeleteOh gosh, I had no idea you were involved in another blog. What a wonderful concept and, of course, beautifully executed. I'm subscribing! I love the juxtaposition of photo and language.
ReplyDeleteThe fence photo is lovely - those folks should have used galvanized nails, yo! But then, we wouldn't have nature's tears cascading down her wall.
This is stunning: "A winter bird dances in a tree above me. I try to remember my dream, but it breaks apart like smoke."
Looking forward to perusing the archive and reading new posts. Thank you.
Thank you! I'm glad you like the blog! (Susanna's glad too, of course!) xo
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