New beginnings

Summer moved on

Stormchaser

A year on, the last of my days on a diamond in the rough. Bye bye, my lady.

Slow Speed Ahead

Another year bites the dust. Another grey hair, another goodbye.

I wish I knew what to make of the months gone past, but the speed with which life twisted, turned, spun, screeched, belched, gasped, grinned and wept have left me mute, wordless.

And weary.

I'm glad for everything 2008 was, taught, made. I'm grateful I was there. I'm relieved I made it.

(I can't even think of a title)

Day by day, lesser to say. The words drying up, the voices silenced, the footprints disintegrating, the memories fading.

Photos, then. Effortless escape.

Time Thief

Up, up and away

For all of now, yet one more place to call home. Once again, asleep by the sea, lulled by the tides, calmed by the winds. I know my place, under the skies, in my quiet. I know my peace.

White Nights

Late nights in white walls. Silent passages, vacant chairs. Words falling on invisible ears, water through a sieve. Silent streets and stiff breezes. Vacant lots, empty roads. End trails and entrails. Rustling leaves, echoing footsteps. Dark houses and cold draughts. Weary feet, withered eyes. Steaming coffee and bottles of water. A warm, restless slumber and quiet dreams of no waking.

Dead Quiet