Talk to Your Corona – A Talking Mutation?

“Talk to your Corona!”

Was I also infected without knowing it? Mind you that’s nothing to joke about! And even a talking mutation?

I’d just updated the PC and the Start menu was open. I read it again and find no Corona but Microsoft’s assistant, Cortana.

That tells me that I should concentrate on things other than viruses and mutations.

I’m tired just like Bilbo when he was wearing the Ring for too long: “I’m starting to feel it in my heart. I feel thin, sort of stretched. Like butter scraped over too much bread. ” * I’ve been worried for too long.

Despite the many tragedies caused by the Corona, the sun will melt the snow, and spring will come with renewed hope.

Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot to bloom.
~ Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

A wonderful walk in spring along Esrum Lake, Denmark

A wonderful walk in spring along Esrum Lake, Denmark

A wonderful walk in spring along Esrum Lake, Denmark

A wonderful walk in spring along Esrum Lake, Denmark

May you live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live. ~ An Irish Saying

*Bilbo Baggins, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)

Exotic Words and Places

I love the writing by the Danish author, Henrik Nordbrandt. His words create amazing scenarios in the cinema of my soul.
Exotic words and places, become like little boats broken loose from their moorings, to drift off in high sea. Soon up, soon down. Soon up, overlooking magnificent palaces, and exuberant crowds, soon down, where only half-truths are revealed and the rest is filled with the invigorating power of imagination.

… Around your figure stands an aura, like a blooming hawthorn had set itself on fire to surpass your shadow in beauty.
Added strings to your being would deepen the silence
or make the strings burst into song …

This poetry is taken from a wonderful poem, Alcyone and translated by myself. Forgive me for that!

Henrik Nordbrandt

Song Of The Sea

Timeless sea breezes,
sea-wind of the night:
you come for no one;
if someone should wake,
he must be prepared
how to survive you…

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

A Danish painter Laurits Tuxen (1853–1927) The North Sea in stormy weather. After sunset. Højen.

The picture below text conjured up lovely days by the sea in the month of May years ago.
We went on excursions in the forest and on the beach. We only used the rented house to sleep in.
The fresh sea air, the smell of sand and the spicy sweetness of resin from the pine trees.
The scents are missing from the picture, but when I close my eyes, the scents meet me as if I were walking through the forest on my way to the sea.

My Favourite Paradise

The smell of the sea and the sunlight playing in the waves.
White seabirds and ancient pines distorted by harsh weather.
An old murky house that immediately makes me think of smuggling raids and devious deals.
The old forest with shady winding paths, the moor and the burial mounds. A Paradise.

Dansk maler; Viggo Christian Frederik Vilhelm Pedersen
Udsigt over Tisvilde
Birth: 1854 Death: 1926

Dansk maler; P.C. Skovgaard
Udkanten af Tisvilde Hegn. Blæst
Birth: 1817 Death: 1875