A painting of a bouquet
Its title, 'Flowers from Normandy'
Air from the past mixes with the air now

Walking back, I struggle to think what day it is

Certain pieces of art seem to predict the future
But no one knows of course

The air of the flowers from Normandy is still in my lungs
I breathe out some of it wherever I am

Sometimes, when a piece of that air passes in front of ones eyes,
one might truly see something

The mixing continues

'Days Full of Days'
Stockholm, 2018