Charvee

“A touch of ray on the stream
A twinkle on waves and the sunset gleam
I faintly remember seeing this picture
Or maybe it was just a dream.

Soothing solitude in the sky
Of tired footprints and a probing eye
I sparsely remember words of this song
Or maybe it was a lullaby”
― Ankush Agarwal

“Vague speculation thrives in weather like this. The world is muffled in white, motor-roads and telegraph-poles vanish, a few castles appear in the middle distance; everything slips back hundreds of years. The details of the landscape - the leafless trees, the sheds, the church towers, the birds and the animals, the sledges and the woodmen, the sliced ricks and the occasional cowmen driving a floundering herd from barn to barn - all these stand out dark in isolation against the snow, distinct and momentous.”
― Patrick Leigh Fermor, A Time of Gifts

“We are never alone
We are all wolves
Howling to the same moon.”
― Atticus Poetry, Atticus

“To feel is to go to the places you were.”
― Will Advise