aka reader unknown,
It’s me again. Thanks for coming back.
Winter clouds moved aside.
Climate estival, everything evaporates. Even my words.
Back to the stoves !
And I observe within, the writer-in-progress:
… enough to discover the bottomless spring of he who writes.
Never did he actually start.
One could always dig deeper :
Let me lay some ladders on your way.
A guided tour of sorts.
between centenarians and saplings
and a few manufactured headlines, since none but the perennials make the best news: