Tag Archives: winter

Shard

A piece of the world fell today in the form of an ink-black crow, falling swiftly upon a city grate its voice silenced forever. Other pieces fall in the form of fire supplanting summer’s eternal beauty, fall in the form of … Continue reading

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London Calling (Nov/Dec)

“A pub can be a magical place” – Rhys Ifan (a lovely quote found on a signboard at the George Pub in London, UK) The scent of sweet maple and evergreen commingle on dry November days not seen in decades … Continue reading

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Sensory Perception

No matter where I am, whether on a cold winter walk home,  or a sultry stroll in a warmer country than mine, the scent of wood smoke rising up from condo chimneys or from tiny eating places tucked into jungle, stir … Continue reading

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We Are Moments

“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light and winter in the shade.” – Charles Dickens Two snow days have resulted in long walks … Continue reading

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Heart of the Wild

wer.i.fest.eria (V)  To wander longingly through the forest in search of mystery. On a long forgotten winding bus route from downtown out to the bay to catch the ferry to Vancouver Island, we were greeted by vistas of darkest green … Continue reading

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Present (Tense)

It’s hard when truth lies beaten and bloody upon the ground, gasping its last breath and words that meant everything, are falling from tainted lips. We are lost, drowning in kaleidoscope worlds of our own making, wanting to breathe in … Continue reading

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Worlds Between the Hours

“ Time is a game played beautifully by children.” – Heraclitus, Fragments As the last days of the old year fall away, I’m still feeling the festive spirit, especially when I come across an unexpected twinkle-lit window, move among the … Continue reading

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