Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Snowbound Dripdripdrip and the silence deepened as a snowdrift deepens at the base of a wave: blue light at the curl dripdrip and the snugness of being encased in ice no wind no sight fear at the coming melt drip then silence waiting—waiting—waiting for even the movement of water gave us hope for life but the silence silence silence drained all color from our voice and in the void the dreadful sound of silence sang the tune of our tomb © Kåre Enga [20.januar.2017] 80,578 views |