There is No Bulb

We gathered in the balcony.  Sipping whiskey and watching the dark night.  Silently reflecting and occasionally making conversation. Nothing in particular and none too serious. Music filled the pauses in the conversation. Each one having their own conversation in their minds and a customary one with the others.  The night was nearing early morning. TheContinue reading “There is No Bulb”

I still don’t win

It’s cold and windy My body lays bare The nature pitted against me It’s not even fair I close my eyes And I am still The wind passes me by I feel no chill In this battle with nature I still don’t win Because it’s not out there It’s there within