Days spent in words, written pages that you wish are never ending, but still, devour them to their end, stories that start unfolding their tale in the cool waters of the cave and leisurely, tentatively, bring their magic into the light, fighting the darkness away!They linger… They stretch out under the sun and are woven into the quiet dreams on the hot sand, that takes each one of our shapes… The sun moves and we move along with it…. The tide rises, and the phantom of  the story, dissolves in the water… We each mark the spot in a different way…

Days, that eventually turn into nights, when the colours melt into darkness, when the darkness below….

… opens up to unexpected hidden vaults! We follow the layers of meaning, and the rules of the game….

…and play with words even more….. words are still everywhere… eyes smile, quiet understanding… comforting…

The sweet taste of life,  its sour moments drowned in laughter, the joy of people who know that they now, can have their chance….

More stories wait to unfold, they anchor themselves to random memories, and they dash out to our present… No end and no beginning? We ride words….

..like waves…

They are the map we use to find one another… Again, the quiet comfort of shared memories… shared stories… They rearrange themselves, and leave us all on our separate, but yet crossing ways.

Out of the sky, I close my eyes…..

…and it feels like home..
😉