at elevation 391.8m

my raison d'etre

only 4 hours left of winter

one more day

just a few more steps . . .

can't wait to get away,
from the doom & gloom . . .

graffiti, after a restless night

fly away . . .
it's only escapism

getting used to the news,
just like old news

exactly a fortnight away,
off again

don't look back,
but don't look forward either

going left, or going right;
there is no right answer

looking back . . .
just can't look away

still looking away . . . . .

looking away:
transference

the mishap and its impact . . .
forget about it

the alternate:

crossing the bridge

let's downhill away

2 days older

to number 56,
keep on traveling

where does this lead to?

 the exit, 

where is it?

next . . . year of the Ox,
yet another year gone by

dangling at 1850m . . . or in life

is a deserted space

a shrouded inner space . . .

a shock to the system:
from the Caribbeans to the Coast Mountains

on a beach in the Caribbeans

Two weeks ago . . . . .

treturous landing on a chilling day

behind the red door . . .

back to a reality in denial

a desperately needed
warm and picturesque getaway

somewhere to look forward to,
in 48 hours

snow!?

it's time to get out of here

full moon on a wintery night

week two;
eight more days

countdown to escapism

week one, 

is it over yet?

another desperate Day One,
only 16 more days

multiple choices,

but it's the only way

off to another tour,

no matter what

Do Not Enter . . . . . so what?

reflections . . .
of the past and present state of mind

shimmering in the dark,
is not quite one expected

aimlessly looking for an exit,
even the idea is revolting . . .

flights cancelled,
now what . . .

the aftermath

the doom and gloom across the ocean . . .
tour postponed; agenda impacted

it's not all doom and gloom,
it's what you expected