Month: April 2022

There she was! Back in this magical city! “ Oh how I’ve missed the flair of Paris!” she squeaked full of excitement. She took a deep breath to soak it all in, these feelings of blossoming joy and mysterious inspiration. How many times she had been visiting! Always stunned by the unique architecture. Intrigued by… Continue reading The paintings or A long goodbye

“Ouch, this tea is still so hot!” she shouted and dropped the mug on the floor. A piece broke off on the top and she suppressed a scream. It was still her favorite mug, a farewell gift from someone she’d always feel connected with in a special way. She had burnt her lips with the… Continue reading Never the same or The yellow buoy

“I can’t believe this just happened.”, she thought when she walked home from the bar slowly. It was  a really hot summer night and she felt so comfortable even during the night wearing only a light summer dress. The warm breeze hugged her and she was slightly tipsy, almost like floating on air when she… Continue reading The night the moon laughed at me

She set down and stretched her legs. A woman with a dog caught her attention immediately. The woman was silently crying, not making a sound nor showing any expression of the pain in her face but the tears kept flowing down like the water in a wild and furious river. The dog sat close to… Continue reading Bears in the night or The greenest valley

She woke up early that morning. Unusually early, even for her standards. What was it? Has there been a strange noise that woke her? Has she had a bad dream? She couldn’t tell but she felt restless. Something inside her made her get up quickly, setting a coffee pot while already dressing even without a… Continue reading The waterfall or Where the dark meets the light

They met for dinner on a rainy Sunday afternoon. It’s been a day filled with storms and heavy seemingly endless rain. A day she would normally just cuddle up on the couch wrapped in a blanket while enjoying a coffee or tea, reading or writing or simply dozing off for a while. When their eyes… Continue reading Chasing sunsets or The perfectly imperfect