A Surface of Snow

Surface Once there was snow, deep and mysterious. It settled upon the land which never truly woke, as the sun limped a narrow arc, too weak to fight through the infinite particles. You could see trees and buildings standing in the haze of cold like newspaper silhouettes. The fields were the length of eternities and…

The end of you was so small

Tiny The flat is large, spacious. It is just one open area, plus a bathroom and a storage room. It has a little balcony. Some of the walls are odd shaped. Everything is wide and there are safety rails and an accessible shower for your wheelchair. I don’t think I ever took a photo. I…

Same Sky, Different Day

Clarity The Rax massif is not the most spectacular mountain in a photograph. Most aerial views place the Schneeberg in frame, with its razored frame and imposing bulk. At certain angles, it looks like the nearby Hohe Wand, settled into the landscape, not placed atop like so many other summits. Yet it rises strongly, a great upheaval in the…

Grieving Part 4 -Anniversary

A year ago in that little ground floor flat you must have felt that heart attack. You made it to the emergency button on the wall. I’m not sure which one it was, but probably the one by your bed. The paramedics came and despite their efforts you died on the way to the hospital….

Patience

Dad, I’m lying next to my baby son, your third grandchild. He’s sleeping in our bed, and his warm little body is pressed up against me, and I can hear him making that noise that’s somewhere between breathing and snoring. He’d be in a cot, but since you died my motivation to spend more time…