Wednesday, 4 January 2012

'Between the Years'

(Burned orange juice on paper)
A new beginning (it is a leap-year by the way; pun intended), the days becoming lighter.
Time seems to fly, while standing still - life suspended in slow motion, yet flying by.

So am I. There are plans, not fixed. They linger in the atmosphere, like an energy waiting to reveal itself - or to dissolve.

It's these days 'Between the Years' [as one says in German], this time-gap between the lunar and the solar year, the twelve nights after 25 Dec.