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.
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,…
In a maze of colours
A relaxed lunch in an old Spanish restaurant with lovely ambience. A glass of red wine. Then a Spanish siesta on the couch brings on the best of dreams. Yet again to my beloved blue green water space… this time Ak and to a smaller extent Ad, feature in it. We are in a sea-creatures…
Departing to Oslo from Schipol, Amsterdam, I was pleasantly surprised to see this green-themed Schipol departure lounge. It might be a bit fake to talk about environment friendliness in an airport of all places. I guess this does not help real environment preservation in any way, however, I found it a very pleasant theme to…
My hair still wet from the showerI let it dry in the afternoon sun as I sit out on the back porch,sipping lukewarm pearl tea. I love the chunky feel of the ceramic mug in my hands. The sky is such a brilliant blue that it hurts the eye to look up. A coppersmith calls,…
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…