Thursday, April 26, 2012

biting the cheeks

Early morning, grey skies hanging low

over the still sleepy village.

No other sounds than the ticking of the clock

the humming of the heating system

and the typing of these words,

Cold wind biting the cheeks when going out.

The busyness and tension in the way people move

while they greet you friendly and are quickly on their way again

Family is warm and welcoming.

Some tulipfields are out and while driving through polders,

greeting you in colours bright pink, red and yellow.

Always just this open emptiness seeing and noticing

whatever it is.

The simplicity of life..