iwinter...
Yes , summer’s officially over.
And this one’s been not too bad.
Enter winter.Through the ajar arms of autumn.
All the sought after books , movies and other essentials have been collected and hoarded.
Do what we have to now.
Escape.
To somewhere below the equator.
Godspeed.
Sri Lanka and India.
Christmas back in Netherlands.
Levi
Bellow
Saidhail
And
Spinoza.
Bit of Upanishads if time permits.
And Orson Welles of course.
Somewhere over Ireland.
2 comments:
'ajar arms' sounds like 'hajaar arms'
dirty mind.
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