Let’s entangle our paths where necessary for us to meet, possibly at the crossroads of the seasons, unpredictable, I might add, besides I am satisfied with little: colours, shadows, words, voices, sounds and it’s almost too much.
photo : Morocco
Today. Light. Even in winter one gets tired of the sand, cold like grated stone. We think of others, then we thing of ourselves. We ask ourselves what we think of others, then we wonder what others think of ourselves.
photo : arriving in Ottawa
almost like a soul looking for your own traces on the freshly snow, this second rises like total freedom, there is nothing but time and it passes in front of you.
we would let ourselves slip into the skin of a sorry place, where one would try to save on the vowels in long words, in order to come to a conclusion that would remain inside ourselves, while watching the late blooms.
*first put online in April 2019, edited in April 2023 with a different photo
we will reach that day when we will look back on memories shrouded in mist or pink chaotically classified in the best or the worst category. Or maybe we will continue to look ahead.