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 )
