my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



10/29/12



live in the moment, yes. but my 
summer and early autumn were
so beautiful. 

we are walking or biking near a tram
line, going deeper in the district with
lower houses, on the bridge and through 
the park and we are home. 









yesterday we had endless ice rain or wet snow, and i was going
to ask you about these beautiful names you call weather moods














dear kim, thank you for putting me
with wonderful people on your page,
i was going to tell you the next five 
people for my nature letters, so

ana
eva
paula
valerie
masami

1 comment:

thank you
for taking time
and leaving a word,
i will reply right here.

warmly,
olga.




olga