Days…

When we bathed outside.

Boiling water,...

Wind me around you.

Close.

Tight....

The path is narrow,

Surrounded by serenity,

Beauty....

They’re there somewhere.

Below.

In their own world....

Sometimes we crack.

Feeling trampled upon,

Neglected....

As the day I moved in,

Six years ago.

But not empty now....

Trapped,

Trying to emerge,

Breathe,...

White streaks in the sky.

A path,

Painted on ripples....

Too many thoughts.

Deep-rooted patterns.

Relentless storms....

Grow on me.

Color the day.

Creep inside. ...

Straight-lined,

Evaporating,

Distant, ...

A “twilight zone” beach.

Crowded.

“Strandkörbe” everywhere. ...

On days when I go for a walk through the fields near our village, I pass by this old trailer. It doesn’t seem to have ...

Clouds are coming.

Sun is shining on me.

Only a small circle of shadow....

Scary?

Perhaps.

But also delicate,...

Saw a beautiful sunset,

Felt warm,

Relaxed, ...

Cradle me softly.

In the shadows,

On a bright night,...

She wears a red vest.

It’s what I see.

But there’s more....

Exactly a year since post #1. At the time, we called it our growing old together project. We drew up a contract, defined the ...

I’m afraid.

Of many things.

But with you,...