Empty house on the mountain in winter
It's been a while since i last blogged. The other day we were talking about blogging, me and Cathy, and i talked about the last blog i wrote about a story in winter time. She was surprised. She told me there was no story about anything about winter. Puzzled, i asked her what was the last thing i wrote in the blog. She remembered it's about a letter to Jin. That i could remember. Then i asked again, if she really didn't read anything about Jin and Rina, about their childhood, teenage time, the difficulties in relationship and the fall out? All the while with the story sets in white winter in suburb of some winter country. No. Cathy confirmed. Three months later. 1:21 AM. Lying on bed in the dark, in the room used to be my sister's i started to think about the story. The story that was never written, suddenly came to live. Images of the story. Not the birds that flu branches to branches in the white wood as i looked up the forest opening. Not the fox and rabbit, there