united sorry

Norway again.
Winter landscape,
Still not, or not anymore a lot of snow
The first or the last little islands of grass
I am sitting under the ground
In an improvised study room
A small light bulb at the ceiling
A lot of shelves with books and objects around me
I am writing in a book
All the words which appear in front of my eyes
without any ink on the pages
 make them visible, so everyone can read them
Above my head, in the winterlandscape
The deer is eating the last or first grass
I feel so connected with him.
With the landscape.
With the cellar.