Archive - Nov 2011

My, it is dim down here, the days darkening towards winter, the sky hugging its grey close, infiltrating the air. The grey is a colour, is a sound – the sound of birds, this one and that one trilling, and further off a cawing. It is still, it feels womblike, I feel womblike wrapped in my scarf and coat. New songs from other birds complete the eggshell around. Are the plants awake?  read more »