December 23, 2015

The deepest pit of the year

Today is 23 December - the deepest pit of the year. I'm remembering the stop it makes in the lowest point before swinging back in motion tomorrow. It's the day of death before rebirth.


December 22, 2015

Yule Offering

Father Sun, may you be strong
Father Sun, may you be bright
Father Sun, may you burn
Father Sun, may you shine

Father Sun, keep me strong
Father Sun, keep me bright
Father Sun, keep me burning
Father Sun, keep me shining






December 01, 2015

The Joy of Rain

The joy of rain as I'm walking down the cold street, with freezing droplets occasionally stinging my face, even though I'm carrying an umbrella. 

The joy of watching the myriads of neon lights reflecting in the myriads of puddles created in every tiniest hollow in the ground.

But above all, the joy of the monotonous sounds of the raindrops beating gently against everything in their way, the steady whisper accompanying just another normal evening in the life of the city.

On my way, there will be only one stop to make - the supermarket: I need to buy a few bags of strong tea. This is going to be a long evening at work.