Foggy morning

To have known you

You are brimming with gaiety

Paddling the kayak together  for one hour 

One foggy morning

The river at high tide

The moments of astonishment

Are more than enough  for me

To welcome winter.

Chilly

foggy morning
in the waterfront
boy riding a skateboard

It’s that cold

Thursday was foggy,very cold, and drizzly. I wore with 3 layers of warm clothes: a turtle neck long sleeve shirt, a sweater and a vest. I also put on a baseball cap during my walk. One fisherman on the river left his fishing pole resting on a stand while he sat inside his car. The other fisherman was so engrossed with his cell phone that he had not even cast his line. He was even oblivious of a bird next to him, on his right side.

 

When I returned home the raindrops started to fall.

note: photos are taken using my cell phone.

 

 

children’s game

the fir trees play
hide and seek with fog
I’m trying to paint

curve on the road

Saturday in the vineyards

On some mornings
dreamers and early risers
travel in flames and floating baskets
of hot air balloons
over a landscape of hills
covered in whiteness,
vineyards in early bloom.

Cyclists attired in solemn black
or patches of colors,
dot the roads,
a pilgrimage of solitude

Travelers in their own
separate worlds living
a dream of spring.