It had rained during the night. Once again. It was getting into the day. Once again. The fire crackled in the fireplace. The youth began to move, to move more. When they were too far away from each other, they began to make plaintive noises. Hope brought them back. It was as if they wanted …
Exhausted, I drop into the next chair. Blinking into the last rays of the passing day. Soon the café will be closed. Few remaining guests. But half an hour, that’ll be possible, a coffee, not fast, alone. Read a little, put your feet up. And while I open the book, the next best thing out …
The trees have long ago dropped their leaves. Autumnal cold winds whirl around them. Short breathing pauses only from being stirred up. You can not just fall down and lie down, not even as a leaf. One settles at my feet or is settled. A short stay until the next gust takes hold and blows, …
