Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| In the beginning We slipped into each other effortlessly — like otters into cool waters — the river's eddies barely lapping nearby shores. We adored those moments mesmerized looking out at stars, the warmth of our slick skin melting the ice flows beneath us. Thus, our thrusts forged gems as heat and pressure could barely hold back the steamy ▶︎ eruption of what we created. Oh, Zmitri, what eternity we created! © Kåre Enga [181.6zm] (8.april.2024) 111.399 |