The days are grey, but slowly growing longer. He wishes he had the courage to start editing the manuscripts that lay dormant on his hard drive. Procrastination? Maybe, but more likely he is afraid of what he might discover, under layers of words, some truth he may have missed at the time of writing. His … Continue reading The past is ahead of us
Photo by Irina Iriser on Pexels.com After Winter, Spring will come. Remember: our ancestors knew of far worse times, starvation, wars, plague - the real one - when darkness came over the world. They resisted, often silent, always with hope in their heart. Don't lose hope: the seeds are there, there will be Spring, goodwill, … Continue reading Widerstand
Thursday photo prompt This calm landscape makes waiting a sweet pleasure: the stillness of the air, the lambs's voices, the sharp green in the trees. Here you said once you would come back, so I wait here, every year, at the same spot, near the water, looking at the sky's reflection. Nothing has changed, … Continue reading Still #writephoto
Splash We loved the sound of the big stone falling into the clear water, we loved the endless ripples, afterwards, in the little pool. The light reflected on the sharp green ferns, the fresh grass, as the whole nature spelt: Spring! We were young, we got wet, we looked at our reflections, as if … Continue reading Splash #writephoto
Weekly Writing Prompt#131 In the morning he could sense the imminent thaw, the passing of the artic air, of nature on her guard. His aim, now, was to lose the dark spirit of winter, find the strength to believe, to resume the dream. For death, he knew, is not the end of life, but … Continue reading Spring is in the air… #fivewords
I leave the lutheran bells ringing clear, behind, the sky a dull lead blanket, but soon I see the green shoots: Nature, the knowing lover, is holding them back, in this chilled Sunday morning, as if to moderate our impatience. She knows how to prolong the foreplay, make us wait, nurse our lust, dream of … Continue reading Afrikanische Straße
The Prompt The rain falls over the City, cleansing the ground, rendering a soft glow on the coloured roofs; people walk, attentive, checking their steps to avoid puddles. The sound of traffic is muted, the jackdaws fly higher, in deep reflection. It is as if time was slowing down, as if the City was pausing, … Continue reading Abstract #Prompt
The Prompt She looked down at the stones, polished by time and covered by ancient lichen: no-one had been around the garden for eons, she was probably the first to find the gate. Judging by the dead leaves still peppering the ground, it must still be early spring in this world. There was a faint … Continue reading Spring #writephoto
We walk along the high brick wall, the road side covered with snowdrops and daffodils, soon to see the old castle, perched on the hill, surrounded by meadows, ochre stones on blue sky. Few trees are yet in bloom: this is the time of year when Spring is lurking, not yet triumphant, but already more than … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Spoiled (or a day in Paradise)
Fractals in the sky, soon Spring will be with us…
The bare branches of a tree, stark against a morning sky. Only had my iPhone with me, which lends some credence to the school of thought that the best camera is the one with you.
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter.
Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom,
but we hope it, we know it.
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
– Hebrews 11:1