Winter 2013/14

8.

When your beautiful town becomes winter's wonderland and your heart starts singing Christmas carols, you do not stop there- you embrace it even further... You drive to the mother sea- to melt in a pastel of silverish white- because white waves and snow covered beach hides all the horizons and all those 'lines'...

I say goodbye to the Sun, which is leaning towards heaven of water... I am greeting the Moon, which is slowly reaching his heights...

I thank you again. For passing goodness to me. And I unlock my hand from the chains, which I left hidden in your pockets... It is a very difficult goodbye to say. It is even heavier to feel it. But I would not get high on this heaviness today. So I start counting the seconds of the dying Sun- ...five... four... three... two... one...

gone with the wind...

leaving just silverish white...

 

 

(More clarity- more sanity! And the Moon always feels better, hehe)

Adomas Trakumas, 2011

Adomas Trakumas, 2011

by Brigita Stasun