For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.
“The moon!”, said Nathan, my three year-old son. We were standing on the porch in the early October evening. I was a little self-conscious, because he had been insisting on running around without any pants and the neighbours’ house is on a slight rise, overlooking ours. “I see two moons,” I remarked. I couldn’t help... Continue Reading →
titanic - peter (1975 - ) the grey day deepens, darkens into dusk; the writhing waters, softly sighing, resign themselves to powers beyond the brooding sky. far below the restless, shifting surface of the sea, where night and day and season cannot reach, the ghostly bulk of a rusting wreck rests in the frigid... Continue Reading →
Vapors In The Wind 