He Comes Into The World God Knows

The Light Music Of Whiskey Falling Into Glasses Made An Agreeable Interlude.

When The Short Days Of Winter Came, Dusk Fell Before We Had Well Eaten Our Dinners. When We Met In The Street The Houses Had Grown Sombre. The Space Of Sky Above Us Was The Colour Of Ever-changing Violet And Towards It The Lamps Of The Street Lifted Their Feeble Lanterns. The Cold Air Stung Us And We Played Till Our Bodies Glowed. Our Shouts Echoed In The Silent Street.

Though Their Life Was Modest, They Believed In Eating Well.

I Am, A Stride At A Time. A Very Short Space Of Time Through Very Short Time Of Space.

Mistakes Are The Portals Of Discovery.