Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Seul He felt alone sitting on the bench with his friend. —Ils sont partis. As a breeze cleared the cool mist, the old codgers saw the far mountains for first time in months. —Qui est parti? Who has gone? Then the Sun that had hidden for days came out and cast away all doubt. —Les dragons qui ont protégé notre jeunesse. Guy felt old, cold, and very very alone. His friend said nothing for a long time, then pointed at the stone path over the culvert where the creek babbled incessantly. He began to sing. —Sur le Pont d'Avignon On y danse, On y danse Sur le Pont d'Avignon On y danse tous en rond. © Kåre Enga [11.mars.2017] 80.555 |