Cycles

And it has started… Another year of alarm clocks ringing, Early showers flowing and waiting… For trains. I am stepping in

Ephemeral Life

– i – Little shadows dancing on asphalt screen. Wings fluttering unseen, owning the air, as we are bound to ground. Tiny weightless bodies, heaving high and low, flitting up and down, gently brushing by, circling, grazing disturbed skin, stunned by foreign touch.