White light

Burning far, far away from Burning man

It is cold here, the snow is still here

I do not expect any summer soon

But the light has returned

Changing the perception of land and water


Here where the sun is in short supply
We always want more
Longing to the open spaces of the taiga
In the summer when the nights are
days and the days just passages
The land of illusions
Filled with forest and empty spaces
Until the cold sea hits the rocky beach


I am in the sun
talking about
trying to figure out
why the
summer is suddenly
inside of me
is winter 
of course
but I can 
still enjoy 
that beauty around me
Maybe one day