the hope was sterilein backdrops of winding clocks and days that seemed to stay for far shorter than the calendar made it seemthat they would. and there were times.when the skies would cry. and the earth would shed. and the leaves just bled. and the dying. was everywhere. but. here we are. now. with the cracks. in the ice. and drizzles. on the window sills. all still. filled. with thrills. of new beginnings  © Hudson Biko