En train de

There is a mist today

On these English lands

The gold light touches softly

My life

As I go for mourning

And this is also my home

Many have come before

Many will come

And all that is changing

Feels so static

In this landscape

I pass through

I retain this somewhere in me

I build myself strong

And let this all pass … And stay

As I go.

Wanderlust      Continually

In my soul

Lucy, 26.02.2014