photo: Douglas M. MacIlroy

Art at the corner, that crosses time to reach present and virtual form. Timeless candlelight, warm as the dreams, dreams of foreign lands, of unknown friends. Creating a space for creation. Is that smell tea? Is that smell ink? It also smells of candle-wax, warm candle-wax. Warmth that reaches inside. Sensation creating space for more sensations, and feelings creating space for more feelings… inner space to be filled and refilled. Just the low sound of the burning wick and the steady heart. Peaceful dreams, quiet enthusiasm. Comfort at that place in the heart.

 

Friday Fictioneers  encourages people to write by prompting an image to let imagination work.  Once a week, an opportunity to share words and comments.

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