la porte rouge

I sit here in a dark corner of the second floor bedroom, the rain falls on the tin roof and a kind light makes it's way through two windows. I could apologize for being gone from this place for so long but in truth I have failed myself for the life lived...

I am going on an adventure, the open road. A small one, just a day really but life can change in a minute so image a whole day full of  minutes…..

The snow falls, days now and with every inch i seem to fall more deeply in love with winter. it's beauty and the calm it brings have always been like a kind companion to my thoughts, it quietness a soundtrack to the scenes before me.
I am sitting by the window and the soft dusk light floats in and this  plays.  Soon i will leave getting up from this old grey chair and put my winter layers to head out doors and become part of the scenery i have been staring at for hours now....

A mix of soft snow and fog is creating such an ethereal afternoon here on the hill. Music is playing and a little girl is getting ready for her french class.  I like the drive that brings me to madame Sabine's house, where i drop of my little Poet but...