This cart stops traffic…
I am still reflecting. The picture is not always clear. Sometimes we need not look, but rather interpret, remember, imagine.
Let it be known that this rather extraordinary meal belonged to my sister-in-law, and not to me. Of course, if I could have eaten it, I’m sure I would have! Very quickly!
He emerges from the inky black, and is gone just as quickly, swallowed up into the night.
After the rain, the air becomes chilled, full of ice and mist. I walk quickly to keep warm, but cannot help lingering at the entrance to this intriguing house, which seems half-forgotten, half-imagined… and I’m not sure whether the urge to want to go inside is outweighed by the urge to move away as quickly as possible and
The glass is marked, inside and out, fogging and obscuring. It isn’t clear, and nor is our destination…