remembrance of a fox

A little snow tonight, just to see some white around,

and more than ever this fox remind me the evenings at the window, 

in Zurich, waiting for the fox to come and stroll around in the white 

of the field - a magic appearence - leaving faint, almost invisible 

footprints  and disappear in the dark shadow of a bush

the waiting ...

as the time between an apparition and another

collapsed in some kind of eternity

( Glimpses II )