And everything emptying into White*

Tomorrow I’m visiting Aqaba the first time in my life…

The sea is the sea…

In memory of a time when my home was the North Pole…
In memory of a sea I befriended and missed since 6 months…
In memory of a scarf which hugged my laughter and tears…



In memory of happy days gone… and hope of better day to come…

* A song by Cat Stevens

now...

Cups of coffee remain full…
Cups of coffee go cold…
Verses remain un-recited…
Footsteps fade out…
The door squeaks…

going off for a while...

Due to expected cold north wind... reflect upon will be un[b]l[o]gged for a while...