It was there, the street, the trees, the light of passing traffic, the dying sun rays. It was winter, the air was cold. Suddenly it's all gone: the dream is over, the light faded, the rain came. Was it ever real, the long stairway, the high ceiling, the flowers on the balcony, the canal. The … Continue reading Nostalgy
Thursday photo prompt We walk this path, distant but together, like shadows: our steps leave no mark on the wet sand, no-one is there to notice our shimmering shapes. Silent we drink the light, our ethereal bodies need no other food; once, we were flesh and blood, perhaps, or is that a dream too? … Continue reading Together #writephoto
Conflagration We waited for the storm, the lightning, the thunder, But it did not come, instead, the sky behind the hills In one brief instant, was alight, as if the true God Wanted to warn us: the glorious sunset reminded us That we are nothing without Mother Earth.
Valley Soon all will be shrouded in darkness, or is her sense of light and shadow, of day and night now irremediably confused? After so long in space this would not be surprising, and what did they say on the training range? "When you're landed, don't expect to adjust without pain!" Slowly, the navigator … Continue reading Valley #writephoto
Monday Prompt We see the birds gather and fly, first as a small group, then swarming in a dark cloud, defying the glowing sunset. As the coulours change, as the sky turns from blue into purple, then into the deep hue of the coming night, they fly higher, for a short instant, … Continue reading Purple #DailyPost
We took the path out of the village and up the wooded hill, and we saw that the landscape was already wearing its early winter coat. It was not cold, just that early evening coolness that makes one think of wood fire, and cosiness in a warm house. You looked at the sky, in the … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Flight