Feb 15, 2005 | Thoughts Afar

Just something I mused upon while walking the cold and frigid streets of Paris... and a nice new template for the blog, an idea that I adopted long ago, from one of my favourite books, Griffin and Sabine by Nick Bantock. A very well recommended book/experience.

Do we see the same moon
And the same scalding sun
Do we feel the same wind
Before the day has begun

Do we breathe the same air
As shivering here I stand
And imagine more I do not dare
While I hold your invisible hand

Do I hear your voice somewhere
In some far and distant place
I miss that spear sharp stare
And your beautiful face

Do we see the same stars
In the dark and dismal night
Do you see them as I do
Small grains of distant light...

Also written on this day..

• 2012: Dreamers and four years
• 2011: Python on the iPad
• 2004: Yvonne
• 2004: An email from Yvonne