Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
Nine degrees and falling falling
it's destination zero
but come the break of day old man
the rising sun's our hero.
Then will it melt the ice and snow
or will it make me fall?
that I cannot say old man
put on your grips or crawl.
© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.298] (1.januar.2022)
It was actually 9 degrees and the low? Who knows. I didn't get up till noon.