Snow storm, outside
Snow blizzard, inside my head
“I’m still waiting for the network… Probably it’s because of the snow.”
“Well, don’t worry,” he said, looking through the window.
“So, tell me, what are you doing in this city?”

Snowflakes, unseen because they are tiny
More snowflakes

“Well, it’s working. I’m going to call this number to make sure it’s working.”
“May I save your number?”

More snowflakes

“We’re closing in two hours. Do you want some coffee? Recommendation from a local.”
“I have things to do this evening.”
“Oh, I understand.”
“But can I call you?”

The storm has stopped
Snowflakes on the sidewalks
The snowman has gone, melted by Manhattan city light,
the infinite siren, and the sigh of yellow cab drivers



A postcard to Alta


Dear Alta,

I miss you slightly less than what people know, but slightly more than what you think.

Is it how it feels to be heartbroken, or is it just the distance?


Spring is Coming

s p r i n g Woof :3

(Amsterdam, 2011)

There is time when you feel like spring is just around the corner that you can smell it. Yet, there’s no sign of first tulip bud to bloom. No chickadee, no honey bee.

Maybe it is because you need to enjoy this winter a bit longer; as you might not see any snow; anymore.