As always, after deceptive spring everything looks like a return of the winter. I know that all is illusion and nothing is as it seems. All in all, winter will last as long as I let her because everything is in us and we are part of everything. That’s why I’m leaving tonight. I choose some warmer days and some nicer places where the time doesn’t exist.
between two jumps
on a garden chair
Linked to Carpe Diem #1168 flute