Autumn 2013

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Those warmest miracles of an autumn... I sit under a tree. I eat an apple. I watch the birds, having their lunch... I watch lonely gorgeous swan, swimming in peaceful melancholy of the day... An elderly Indian man baths himself in the lake, besides Theatre of our town- unusual to see. Then he sits down under a tree. He pulls out a mirror and a razor- I giggle- life can be so crazy...

It is plus twenty three degrees of Celsius today! On a twenty third of September- I mark. This heat upon the West of Ireland hazes... Golden leaves are falling down my arms... In golden threads I weave my dreams... Sunglasses intensify the yellow colour in my eyes... The world so small, so simple and so sweet today- sometimes we come so far in phases...

Briga Saulė, 2013

Briga Saulė, 2013


Thyme, camomile and mint teas are finding substantial place on my kitchen shelves... Papaya and avocados has a privilege to stay on a window board...

Happy non-coffee-non-cookie day!

Thursday is in the West...

by Brigita Stasun