Wednesday, January 10, 2007


There is something incredibly peaceful about sitting on a white duvet, leaning against white pillows, staring out beyond white curtains and through white window panes.

Looking into a snow white covered maple tree, with winter bare crooked branches, leafless against the grey white clouded evening.

Across the alley, a neighbour's roof, covered in white snow, is interrupted by a crimson red crumbling brick chimney.

White smoke wafting away. Quietly.

Snow flakes still falling.

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