There is nothing more exciting

Than a room full of people


Or a room full of one person

Hard bodies turning soft

Words loosing a particular sound

And the tradition of sending postcards

Keeps these words alive

I am very taken by the kind host around this garden

Among things, a flower, an orchid and a big dinning table

With books scattered around

Enveloping the network

Just after setting the alarm clock to see the very first sunset of the season

For god’s sake....

All those smiling faces i try to memorise

And once i probably could even seized upon a fly

Haunting in this garden

Every now and then