The soon-to-disappear drop encompasses in it the world…
The liquid sun reflected in the ocean of light while they bask in the spectacle…
Fountains: they mirror that in us that is ever fluid and has the ability to soar and reach the unreachable… That’s why we could keep looking at them and feel the exhilaration!
Memories: Winters are not all that bad, as we might make them out to be. It snows. It gets gloomy. But the puddle of warmth under a lamp or each festive light on a string, then, makes it so much more cozy.
The memories we carry in spring and summer and the yearning again for it in the fall goes in a cycle until the first snow showers.
The cycle goes on as we accumulate stories of cozy winters and distant celebrations gone by….
It snowed and snowed. The two chairs stayed together through it all.The gloomy sky pushed the imagination to kick in, just to keep going. Spring must be just round the corner…The string of tiny lights around the handrail sparkle joy…
"What do we ever know that is higher than that power which, from time to time, seizes our lives, and reveals us startlingly to ourselves as creatures set down here bewildered?" -- Annie Dillard