A Winter Tale <br />I was going out driving to the shops and buy food, switched off indoors lamps, <br />only the grey winter light came in, and the living room looked like the depth of <br />a severe depression, the moment when you check your gun and sigh because it <br />is not loaded, and you will live a day longer. <br />I left the heater on low switched on a couple of side lights this gave the room <br />a cosy feeling. The room luxuriating in its own slightly seedy look, used furniture, <br />settee, chairs and a books shelve that is a picture of literary disorganisation. <br />It was raining outside I looked into my own room, had not drawn the curtains, <br />the room looked inviting and thought why should it have the privileges of <br />slow lifestyles while had to buy firewood and keep the room warm. <br />I was standing there, a foundling looking into a rich man´s house Christmas Eve, <br />with only a box of matches that, only paedophiles would buy. I need no newspaper, <br />joined my room switched on the TV, together we enjoyed a comfy winter evening, <br />that had the romance of apple strudel and Grimm`s fairytales.<br /><br />oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wintertale/
