photo: Ile d’Orleans in the snow and the cold
The air is cold like a desert.
but the light, bright, reveals the truth
On the steps of the cathedral.
the Quakers demonstrate for peace:
life is short
especially towards the end.
Like a long winter day
a coldness of the heart
that does not know how to leave
photo: there is no shortage of confused magnolias, ready to welcome spring, although there is still a good month of winter to endure.
And when spring arrives
I will stand at the gates of heaven
I will be the minister of sun
in still solitude
I will prepare the final word of summer.
I will reveal the true colour of the world’s torch
photo: Tahuna. Usually, I go to the beach when the sun is out, but sometimes the weather changes between leaving home and getting to the beach. That’s what happened this morning, when a mist greeted me. Really nice for the photo though.
outside temperature: 12.6
water temperature: 11.4
sun: very shy
sand: doesn’t stick to feet
wind: none
happiness: a bit chilly
photo: There is a unique simplicity of colours in a cold morning. Tadoussac
I walk in the cold
Even the sea seems to doubt and the wind
knows me all too well: my uncertainty is my certainty.
And this faint light spread over a path that promises nothing,
I move forward in a season whose darkness simplifies the world,
photo: the tree shows different layers of itself depending on the season. In winter, you can see the tangled complexity of its branches
You will have to follow
the cycle of my seasons
the season of uncertainty,
the cold season
the season of fears
the season of joy
and the hot season
we will go through all these seasons
