A Shakespearean postscript — 2021/04/22

Just yesterday, like a postscript to its own end, winter returned to lay heavy snow on what had been blooming.


Living the present — 2021/04/18

As if to ease our anxiety, spring arrived early this year. We were treated to another quiet Sunday, filled with the sweetness that lungs love.


Meanwhile on Earth — 2021/03/22

Yesterday was a day for relaxation. As with every spring, and perhaps more so this one, people dressed with nonchalance and, like migratory birds returning from a long journey, rested by a stream.


Waiting for spring — 2015/02/07

The emptiness of February and the plunge into the ordinary of transient life, I return to it; perhaps I had never left this motionless present before after all.