Rivulets of colder climes run down the glass to tickle my fingers. I watch on twisting my arm this way and that as the sunset catches the glass with final bursts of summer. A sip, then I lick my lips. I see nothing beyond the colours running down my throat, taste nothing but memories. This […]
Just A Feeling It’s just a feeling, a tingling in the toes. I pull them back and wriggle them around but the tingling remains. Very odd? I decide to go for a walk marching around the neighbourhood like a demented crow all stiff-legged, feet pointing. After a mile, I think my strange sensations gone. They […]
50 Word Stories: These Golden Dawns Something about a winter sunrise stirred my soul, coated it in liquid gold, a protective cocoon that only angels enjoyed. Everyone got the summer dawns but not the winter. Timing was everything. Solitude essential. One had to just get up and relish them. And I have. And I will […]
A loose pile of heaped leaves, we tumbled at the first sign of a breeze. We blew across borders, flew across streams, fell by the wayside, were made crisp by the sun. Without thought or clear pattern, we existed in unseen updrafts. Without worries or concerns, we just crinkled together.
￼ Wherever Kira went, it rained. Not an unusual occurrence one might have claimed. In the context of her deluges, however, it was. No matter where Kira stood, either inside or out, the heaven’s opened and poured. They didn’t pour on her neighbours, nor her little chihuahua, just her. This strange situation lasted for five […]
Floating on our backs downstream smiling.
￼ Monet imagery Small daubs of colour on green Light creating joy Remembering Alpine days When we rolled in the flowers
Genre Writing For You The Joy of Words Author’s Note: This is my latest post on Medium. Please feel free to click the link and join me there. Today, my wife showed me a video clip of a Jack Russell terrier playing with a balloon. The little fellow jumped up and down in sheer unadulterated […]
￼ As we meandered in Sunday languor a Spring sun warming our backs, the view the same both up and down, we touched the sky. Only the pathway's lush, green verges gave consistency to our world, the rocks true weight. We flew for those minutes with feet firmly planted. Never worrying.