EArly blossom

As the bus drives past the silvery leafed birch trees along the way to Groningen, I see that some trees have yet to unfold their leaves. Bare, as if it

Reality and Imagination

Everything is still on this Monday morning. The beauty of the frosty winter days was not to last, instead I feel the droplets of dew holding on to my eyelashes

A new year

I am walking the same round I always walk, I see the same houses, the same trees and bushes. But as the low winter sun casts cobalt coloured shadows on

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