http://slow.writerscafe.org/Louise-Charlotte The original writings of author Louise-Charlotte en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776107223 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Slowly woken upBy the changing light in the roomAnd the sound of a vivid wind,The man I loveStill full of dreamsLying beside me,I look through the windowAt blurry and moving trees,And small white waves on gray water.Branches and leavesPaint a palette of greens.Luminous impressionism.The wind,Now str.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Louise-Charlotte/1716068/ She is resting on my sofa.I turn the music down a little.She thinks I'm working,But I'm writing about her.She closes her eyes.I look at her.Every inch of her is a fractalOf who she is to me.Her nose is my Mother,Her ears are my Mother,The wrinkle around her eye is my Mother,The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Louise-Charlotte/1135799/ Early Sunday morning,The weather hesitates.So do I.I stand in the empty street.There's a fine rain.The bike ride home takes half an hour.Twenty minutes if I go fast.I rarely do.Will the rain stop?Grow heavier?Does it matter?I look at the bike station.There's only one bike left.I slowly walk towards .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Louise-Charlotte/1135229/ I am waiting for the train.Three more minutes says the arrival board.It says two now.I must have looked at it at the end of the first minute.Or the board and I don't have the same perception of time.I look outside.The gray canal and gray boats.An empathetic gray sky.Gray humans.O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Louise-Charlotte/1135164/ The iron kettle is bigger than me.Wiser.It boils water and sings, shakes, lives, does not get hurt.It can burn my skin.I look at it from every angle,Open it,Touch the bottom of it,The inside of it.I knock on it,Fill it with sounds.It has a strong simplicity.It is clear, brillia.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Louise-Charlotte/1135113/