Long ago one man died. Someone’s father, someone’s husband and someone’s grandpa. Someone faced the loss for the first time. I wrote a few pages about life after death even I didn’t know anything about it. On that day I started to believe that we all are just the travelers and that we will meet again soon or a later.
On that day, many years later, one love revealed another dimension. So fragile but so strong and brave at the same time, a pioneer of all what we call love in this crazy world. I believe that Johnny was aware of that long before I got what he was singing about. Spring in December, 13?! Who would tell…
When I woke up, I found an interesting letter left on my Facebook wall a year or two ago. Reminder to myself, one of those that I leave all the time. I spent whole day in a strange mood surounded but the strange thoughts. Did I say strange? What could be strange on December, 13? Nothing, I guess, but I wish if spring could surprise us!
drop by drop
through the gutter
And, as you know, inspiration often chooses strange ways so don’t wonder how we ended up here! 🙂