"Another few hours and the sea will reach the beach: a small drop of time, the beat of an eyelid... Yet we have to wait, and even then we will not know much more, about us, about life, not even about death..." "My dear, you are philosophical this morning. I know how to cure this! … Continue reading Low Tide
Thursday photo prompt "Soon we will be back, walking those hills, and finding ourselves, again." It's true, she thought, life is an eternal come back. Simply, we change, not the hills, not the sky. Only us grow old. Or it feels like it. So, we will have to rewrite the story, or is it … Continue reading Vista #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt They were back, still in a daze, amazed at the colours, the air, the clouds. She took his hand, in silence, knowing he could not be reached, yet. Was this real? Or was it a dream, another dream? If it was, then she did not want to wake him up, or … Continue reading Dream #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt I listen to the sound of the cascade, and to the birds and other creatures, deep in the woods. Time flows, as if diluted in the icy waters of the stream. Is it an illusion? Or the harsh reality of our impermanence? Will I remember this instant, on the other side, … Continue reading Cascade #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt They stand, silent, immobile, or so it seems. It looks as if time never flows, as if, for them, there is no beginning, and no end. But there is. Their role is to bear witness. So they listen, observe, remember. One day, perhaps far into our future, even past us, even … Continue reading Presence #writephoto
Weekly Writing Challenge #172 bed, flare, waves, gain, seek We sought freedom in Space, a new frontier, but gained nothing: and, now, as novae flare up in the void, we are shipwrecked, on a bed of broken worlds, forever drifting on the waves of Time. Picture: Hold Up, Did We Just Crack Time Travel?, at … Continue reading Waves of Time #fivewords
Weekly Writing Prompt #166 We will rehearse our roles, as we stand up in good order. You, of course, will pose as the priestess, she who knows how to read the flow of time, as I blend in the multitude. Picture: Naumburger Dom, West Choir, founders, Markgräfin Uta
Weekly Writing Prompts #157 Vale of Tears, Time has come - Truth will be known, to our Hearts' content! Hack this, you fools...
Weekly Writing Prompt #154 The thin line between light and dawn: the thrill of knowing, that time will heal our despair.
Summer "It looks like cotton..." she said in a calm voice, "Only, there is no-one working here." The landscape was quiet, the never disturbed peace of late summer. "And there is no shadow..." She added, with a sigh. Did she mean "shade"? He looked up, toward the darker patches of green, beyond the meadow. … Continue reading Summer #writephoto