A love letter

Love of my Life,

How could time pass so quickly? How could a co-existence of so many beautiful moments possibly be continued when we are no longer in the same place? Laughter has been replaced with tears. Passion with longing. Please come back as soon as you can. There is no magic without you.

I love you.

W.

Over a cup of coffee

Two couples were sitting on an outside café drinking coffee in the sun. They were from different countries and places and spoke a lot of languages. The challenge was to find a language they had in common, because it was the first time all four of them had met. When they did start to communicate, the four of them were drifting off into new worlds by the enchanting stories they could tell of prison life in Asia, human rights campaigns in Latin-America and informal political conferences in Europe.

An alternative childhood

Photo: Simen Johan

It was always dark. It was always past her curfew hours. It would rain. It would snow. It would be windy. No one noticed her, although she was at the same place at the same hour every single night. She had no one or nothing for company except for a well used camera. Every single night, at the exact same spot, at 10:47 pm she took a photo. No one knew why she did it. No one noticed. No one cared. What she didn't know, was that a middle-aged man was observing her. Every single night. If the girl would just have lived to tell her story.

Wrinkle twinkle

He loved caressing her long, soft hair, her beautiful face. He wouldn't go tired of looking at her, his eyes shining. She felt the soft touch of warm fingertips on her forehead, and they didn't go anywhere. "What are you doing, my love?" She asked him. "I'm just helping smooth out your wrinkles, granny," he told her with a big smile.

Spring in the North

Suddenly the sour smell of something burning was noticed in the living room. We tried detecting the source of the smell, but it didn't seem to come from anywhere within the house. Opening the window, the smell intensified and its source could also be seen. The neighbour had in a moment of pure spring feeling lit his grill out in the garden where the spring flowers already were blossoming. His coal was burning and he was having beer with some of his mates. The beef and the shrimps were being marinated and the lot seemed very cheerful. Finally the grill was ready for giving the group a fine barbeque, but as the neighbour put on the beef, the sky had turned grey and it started snowing.

Who laid the eggs?

Eggs, like rabbits and hares, are fertility symbols of extreme antiquity; since birds lay eggs and rabbits and hares give birth (to large litters) in the early spring, these became symbols of the rising fertility of the earth at the Vernal Equinox.

The saying "mad as a March Hare" refers to the wild caperings of hares as the males fight over the females in the early spring, then attempt to mate with them. It is therefore not surprising that rabbits and hares should become fertility symbols, or that their springtime mating antics should enter into Easter folklore; however, the notion of a rabbit that lays eggs has an uncertain past. It may have simply arisen from a confusion of symbolism but, like much of the holiday of Easter itself, it could be a direct heritage from older traditions.

In Germanic and Slavic languages, the word "Easter" comes from an ancient pagan goddess of the spring named Eostre. According to legend, Eostre once saved a bird whose wings had frozen during the winter by turning it into a rabbit. Because the rabbit had once been a bird, it could still lay eggs, and that rabbit became the modern Easter Bunny.

Source: Wikipedia

Father and Son

The enlarged photo in the hallway tells the story of the father who was teaching his son how to construct a rabbit-house for the son's new pet. Twenty years later, a new story is being written as you look out of the living room window. The son is now teaching his father how to build a garage.