Strolling around town,

People milling about,

But he’s oblivious to it all,...

Tall.

Erect.

Unbending....

Fly my friend, fly.

It’s your time.

The beginning of a new moment, ...

Thank you for holding on.

Surviving this long.

It’s almost spring, and...

Barren,

Stark,

Hard....

Reflections,

Like fantasies,

Tend to distort....

Which way shall we go?

Left.

But there’s no arrow that way....

Beautiful,

Brittle,

Dried....

What do you think’s on the other side?

The ocean.

What if it’s the desert? ...

An old cave?

The inside of a dormant volcano?

Or childhood memories etched in stone? ...

Caged in,

Looking at the world,

Wondering why. ...

Walking through the fields today felt different. The usual dense morning grey had given way to patches of light fog. The sun was trying ...

You look pale.

I’m just a little cold.

Hang in there, spring is coming....

The charm of an old city…

History,

Stories,..

Tree: Thank you for keeping me warm.

Moss: I’ve only covered a small part of you.

Tree: You may be small, but you helped....

To sip in silence,

Without haste,

Sensing your fingertips,...

Old,

Crumbling,

Yet charming...

Vibrant colors and cupcakes,

The perfect combination,

For a cold, wet Sunday....

Snow on leafless branches.

They arrived yesterday,

But left today....

Wash over me.

Wear me down.

Let me melt into you, ...