Ice contains no future, just the past, sealed away.Haruki Murakami Last time we walked near the lake was in Autumn. Then, we watched a kingfisher, bright flash of colours, in the silence of the woods. Today there is no colour, the ice is deep, we only hear the sound of the wind through the naked … Continue reading #WRITEPHOTO – THE FROZEN LAKE
Ice
Chill #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt Is it our light? The light from our Sun? So much is frozen, will it ever thaw? And then, will we have to build an Arch?
Cet autre moi… #fivewords
Weekly Writing Challenge #173 tremble - hit - desire - alter - depth The fragile leaf trembles in the cold winds, its desire for warmth altered to fear in the depth of winter, soon the cruel ice will hit its feeble skin... Image source: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/1198169
Turning #writephoto
Turning Yesterday... We walked in this valley, under the burning sun, hand in hand, believing in the eternal summer. Yesterday, perhaps, more than you, my love, I longed for Autumn, and the fall of leaves. Did I believe Time had stopped? Did I believe Earth was flat, after all? Or was I inebriated, drunk … Continue reading Turning #writephoto
Juicy #FridayPrompt
The Prompt As the ice melts, as the clouds fly slowly over the lakes, the city holds its breath, wondering if this is the end of Winter. It may not be, but in the woods, we saw a flight of cranes going East. Do they know? The air is still cold, a light rain falls, … Continue reading Juicy #FridayPrompt
#FiveSentenceFiction: Changes
There was silence, a vast landscape of grey stones, and a black sky: this forgotten corner of the universe would never attract attention. Yet, hidden, there was moisture, perhaps a forgotten discarded frozen relic of a passing meteorite. Then there was the star, a young star, still full to burst of hydrogen: a promising start... … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Changes
Daily Prompt: Turn, Turn, Turn
For many of us, winter is blooming into spring, or fall hardening into winter. Which season do you most look forward to? As the snows melt on the high peaks, the streams flow, white and icy, and we will walk again my love, through the meadows lit of water drops like crystal, where our bare … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Turn, Turn, Turn
Of Glass & Paper 