Emerged from darkened shadows Weary eyes look skyward Paleness of flesh scorched Calmed to Adonis bronze Laughter turns to echoes Alas these days they are not infinite These moments will fuel long winter nights The winds change in direction Harsh symphony orchestrated by the trees The warmth replaced by coolness Thoughts race through the mind …
On the train yesterday there were four elderly Swedish people discussing the weather. One of the men was wearing a fairly thick jumper over a shirt. Fairly standard fashion for the elderly Swedish gentlemen. One of the ladies was saying that the day before she had been into the basement getting up her winter coats. …
Saturday afternoon I found myself sat outside a café in a small street here in Norrköping. Both Norrköping and Linköping are much busier than usual these past few weeks because of the Euro 2013 tournament. The weather was lovely and I certainly had no intention of staying inside. To the right of me two elderly …
The joys of summertime! This morning the clocks jumped an hour. I always remember which way by that old American saying “Spring forward, fall back”. So whilst losing a hours sleep, there is something special about that first day when it remains lighter. Thoughts drift to those summer days when we are in the park …