steel and shadow lit from below, no longer a shock but a recognition.
Ôbzdrzōnek przez śniyg
Author: Gary
Retired bicycle enthusiast now navigating battery‑powered Van Moof X3 adventures. Addicted listener of BBC Ultimate Calm, a reluctant but very good cook, and alleged reader of horoscopes. One of the above simply isn't true. Or is it? Which one could it be?
By Tram/Tramwajem
I suggested we could wait for another. My friend laughed, took my arm, pulled me forward into the crush.
Elevated Discovery
... it was a moment of recognition—the sense that something important had happened here long before I arrived.
Up-Up There/Tam‑Tam‑Wysoko
A traveler climbs a steep mountain, discovers quiet magic, and learns that true bravery lies within.
The Sock That Stayed On
With dots on her dress and stripes on her feet, Lottie B’s rhythm is playful and sweet.
Bili’r Brôga ymhlith y llygad y dydd
This is the post where Welsh finally enters the blog, carried in by daisies, my daughter, granddaughter, and one wandering frog called Bili’r Brôga.
Night Drift: 7 Tracks — 33 minutes
Night Drift is a space for slowing down — a gentle descent into the quieter hours, where music softens the edges of the day and invites the mind to loosen its grip.
Comfort and Memory
In the small warm room the clock kept its island time — tick, tide, tick.
Guarding Memories with Light: A Poetic Reflection
Tonight, the candle keeps its gentle vigil, burning for two, though only I sit near.
W A Y S F A
Across the years, your voice has been a place my thoughts return to — soft, steady, familiar, a warmth that never slipped away.
Ghosts to Carry, Stories to Keep 