Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

The winds are howling while the rain knocks on the window wiping the sand of yesterday’s bliss.

While thought go in rounds at the upper small room you feel the house breath and talk.

The knocking of the winds and rain make you hope a late night visitor will knock on the door and give a nights company.

While the hot chocolate sets the mood for a night with candlelight talks, you let the winds howl, the rain knock for tonight I have my hot chocolate and candlelight.

Elke T.B. Stevens. 09/11/2018