Ludmila Balabanova

Seasons

She is climbing the open staircase of the next hotel and is carrying a sleeping child in her arms. From the balcony where I am sitting and watching, you cannot see the child well, but I suppose it is a boy, one or two years old. Probably he fell asleep at the beach and she is carefully carrying him to the room. In her gentle steps, in her movements you can perceive deep tenderness. I feel it through the distance that separates us.

blown dandelions…
today a sparrow
called me "Mom"