Monochrome Monday. . .

. . .

Waiting for train

Waiting . . .

very relaxed . . .

... ah, there it comes.

Chimneys (again)

19:26

19:27

19:28

The inner clock

When he'd kissed her goodbye the old woman had smiled:
"Enjoy sleeping through, life-whisperer."

Leaving the hospital,
approaching his car
reflecting the past he was.
This was going to be the first night since October
there would no phone ring
at almost exactly 3:00 a.m.
He would sleep through.

He did not see his inner clock smiling.

Monochrome Monday

On the road.

Friday is Skyday

A heart full of love
arrowplane penetrating
emotionless sky

Cold comfort

Instead of a very long and detailed obituary.

 

 Oh well, after all this evil character might by now be re-united with her 'dear friend Augusto' – in hell.