Footprints patterned a dance, ocher earth accepted his size 10 signatures, below the ballerina curtains. Fingers teased the frame, cracked paint splintered white evidence, bright patches embedded in dirty nails. A Northern wind, unseasonal, sealed his prey inside, safe. He will wait, the forecast for tomorrow was better.
Herren skall själv gå före dig. Han skall vara med dig. Han sviker dig inte och överger dig inte. Var inte rädd, tappa inte modet!” Source: Dagens bibelord
What You Need: 2 T olive oil 2 lg. onions, chopped 6 garlic cloves, minced 2 lg. red bell peppers, chopped 1 lg. yellow bell pepper, chopped 1 jalapeno pepper, chopped 4 T chili powder 1 T ground cumin 4 C water 1/2 C bulgur 1 square unsweetened chocolate, grated 1 (28 oz) can diced […]
Airborne, skimming over spears of grass, defying the cark of gravity, springing through joy and fear. He throws weight from his back, rip-tides race coiling flesh. Hatchets of air hurl a tunnel of space ahead of him. Where he has yet to bounce, winds parts, the earth accommodates his passage- giving way. The heart waits […]
The call came, desensitized by the hour, drawn from slumber to surge and witness his goodbye. Our visors down we drove towards the Sun. rising attack, a star controlling us to his ward and his mindset. An alternate false caution, not today. The Sun left, taking an alternate piece of him what’s more abandoned us […]