I like winters, but sometimes, it’s really a struggle. Especially in the mornings… Continue reading Winter Diaries
Night crawls a drunkard’s stagger – Hoping to approach dawn Without incident or notice. But the tyranny of fate Is a beast with little heart. The power goes out Engulfing the ancient City Within a blanket of primordial darkness. A curious uniformity creeps over. A nonchalant stillness. The moon’s pale light, wanes. It’s fellowship with … Continue reading The Midnight Power-cut.