Hello moon

I don't remember the lull before the storm. Didn't expect a storm. It's gone now. Where to?
It's calm yet cold, very cold, the sky is full of stars and a fat, full moon. I don't remember the lull, I don't remember the storm, I don't have to remember the moon, I can see it. Don't have to touch it, it's all mine.

Facing the cash machine

Pin-code, password, enter, enter, enter. Come on, love, don't be sullen. I need access, to my life, it's not personal, it's my life, don't forget who decided the pin-code in the first place, you wouldn't know what to ask for, if I hadn't told you, December 06, I made certain accounts, and closed some, remember? It's a little embarrassing with the line behind me, a dog keeps sniffing at my legs, excited, proud? I might be a good catching, if you forgot about December 06, of course you haven't, no one ever will, there it is, your sigh! The little friendly sound I long for every time I need access to my life.

Weather report

Everybody talks about the wind and the cold, especially the wind. It tears the thoughts apart, I spend days calling them back. I've got this idea that my thoughts belong to me.

From my Moleskine

Birds in the old oak. Hundreds of them, twittering together, all at once, a frail sign of spring. How can I not look up from the frozen soil? I sing their song, calling for my wings.
Answer me! I hate to be shut out.

Doesn't matter. It's too cold outside anyway. Here in my cottage I've got my twitter.com...

From my Moleskine

Near Copenhagen feb 2011
Drove through the suburb, slowly passing from one red light to the next. I know all the streets and their names, pointed them out, silently of course, nothing to say about it, we were talking about other things, my eyes scanning the shops to find just one that I recognized. They had all changed since then. I expect them to change, still I had this little unspoken wish to find the ice-cream man, who at that time was a woman, and she received coins from children at all ages never smiling at any of us. Or the fishmonger in the tiny shop who sold salmon to those who had something to celebrate.
 - Look, I interrupted my friend eagerly. - There is BeeLee!
- Beewhat?
I pointed out a gloomy fashion shop where I've never been.