Tag: Susan Licht
kiss the sky
“I’m jealous of nature. It just expresses itself without judgment, the comparison with others, worry or complaints. And because of this very fact, it heals us in ways we can’t even imagine.”
warmth
the sweet scent of oranges
warm yellow walls
her curtains were gingham
like the aprons she sewed
undercover
0° outside today
recluse
“the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation”
looking forward to a little downtime
as a stormy weekend approaches
Licht Years 