Kategori: Words

I don’t rush the new year.
I welcome it

The old year loosens its grip.
I loosen my shoulders

I’m not escaping — I’m going to France

Personbästa är inte en siffra.
Det är ögonblicket när du överträffar den du var

Last week before the holiday:
the coffee tastes stronger,
the days feel longer,
and every little bell
of anticipation
jingles just a bit louder

Lucia, light in the darkness,
singing hope into the longest night.

My hometown:
small enough to forgive me,
old enough to remember me,
stubborn enough to never let me forget who I am

A spa day:
where my stress goes in,
and only my glow walks out