Dragon Breath
The dragon breathes…
his breath comes out in a white mist
that spreads low across Kasterleepark…
and makes a criss-cross pattern
of icy rime on the glass outside.
The dragon breathes…
his breath comes out in a white mist
that spreads low across Kasterleepark…
and makes a criss-cross pattern
of icy rime on the glass outside.
Turn off the thousand watts.Pack up the moon and stars,Roll out the thunder clouds,And let it rip!
Was listening to “Shape of my heart” – Sting, and looked up its lyrics, part of which goes thus: “I know that the spades are the swords of a soldierI know that the clubs are weapons of war” which I put up on my gmail status. Surprisingly my nerd brother chose to comment on it,…
A weekend away, a timeout within a timeout. Magical and golden despite the grey skies and rain. Driving without speed limits, just you and I. Across the border, another first. Rain splashing on the windscreen, wipers squeaking. Ah the rolling hills, and trees clad in autumn hues… the road winding through sun and rain across…
In a maze of colours
it was a sunny afternoon, with a cool breeze blowing. i’ve been wanting to take photos along my bike route. finally today all the prerequisites fell in place and i did. as i was wheeling my bike from one photo spot towards another, an old lady wheeling her bike in the opposite direction stopped and…
For weeks, or maybe even months, I haven’t dreamt of the ocean. I was missing my ocean dreams, and just like that, last night, it came back to me. The old familiar theme of the ocean. And me in it. No colors this time, at least, no specific highlights around colors, even though it was…