svenultimate.

oh what a wonderful day.

none of the birds and forest critters out and about.

because the weather is indeed frightful.

only the ticking of clocks and creaking of timbers.

a shaft of light piercing the room lands on the wall.

and reminds me to ask for forgiveness.

however we must get on with the business after all.

but don't forget it's a messy race and to play for keeps.

so sisters and brothers remind us of each other.

and the days we gave away.

only what was written on my heart remembered by you.

and your old stories told with relish.

a soft remembrance is all you left.

and you kept your old coat and scarf.

wound around so all I could see is your eyes.

which twinkle in my mind ceaselessly.

goedenavond. sven.

self portrait. wintermoor. december 2013.