Repeat ut every night, the same song, the same chords, the same dance steps, always the same, but always different, maybe it should be done more often. maybe we should like to do it.
What a nice surprise ! on a very cold day (-20 degrees), in the black and white of the cityscape, this magnificent cardinal, too busy protecting himself from the cold to pay attention to me.
If I had a house, it would have lights, which would also make shade, in the evening on the white walls, and the doors would be dark.
Curl up silently
in a corner of the living room then recover from one's rubble straighten one's pants and shake off the crumbs left on the front realising one's scars in the evening