Sunday, Sept 29 2024

Winter Sun – Love the world today

By A Mystery Man Writer

[Photos and words - Nirmala Patil] Somedays, I go for solitary morning walks wrapped in my shawl. The winter garden is faded with fog and the wind among the branches of the wayside trees is solemn and still. I slip out of my kolhapuris and walk barefoot on the dew-bathed grass. Cold slowly starts to seep into me, maki
Somedays, I go for solitary morning walks wrapped in my shawl. The winter garden is faded with fog and the wind among the branches of the wayside trees is solemn and still. I slip out of my kolhapuris and walk barefoot on the dew-bathed grass. Cold slowly starts to seep into me, making me one with the wintry earth. High on the trees, some birds begin to sing. I take a deep breath and exhale, the evidence of being alive comes out of my mouth as a visual breath, like a cloud.