I open my eyes. The blue sky and clear air spill in my room. Everything is still. Just light invading the house. Then a bird starts chirping. Time has restarted its flow. An alarm echoes in mom’s room. The day has begun. The leaves rattle under my feet. Panting I climb the hill leading to school. A pigeon is set on the branch above my … Continue reading Time travel
Grass hockey is played like this: you get a stick that looks like a golf stick only that the lower part is more bulky and is harder. You get a ball, slightly larger than the golf ball and definitely harder. You have to whack or lightly hit the ball to another player and another player till it ends up in the opponent’s goal. Easy! Oh, … Continue reading Any given Tuesday, you either win or you lose
Autumn creeps in Haslemere unnoticed. Only subtle hints would suggest it’s already taking its rightful place in time. This week’s mornings have started with sunshine. Now each morning I open up my eyes a rather cool light makes its way in. Unobserved the night has spun its coat further into the realms of the day. Only during mid-day does the sun stretch its rays to … Continue reading Recordings on wings
