10.08.2015

My mothers house. 4th day.



It smells sweet.
Fermented.
Myriads of colors.
I long for warm hands embracing my breasts.
Quiet sunsets and warming brews. Mint, lady's girdle, dandelion.  thistle and nettles.
A sensuous calmness envelops me. Lullabies of late summer fading out into winter's hibernation.
I love autumn. The 20th autumn of my life.
Dedicated to pleasure, silence and birdsong.
Nothing could be more perfect than this moment.
A crow family serenading the gray sky.
The fire swallowing my diary, once more.
Sheepskins and ripe apples.
A quiet sense of gratitude.

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