GLIMMER (2008)

With playful lightheartedness, I trod the moist pavements of the narrow streets.  As though in tears and veiled, the lamps glimmered through the chill gloom and sucked their reflections slowly from the wet ground.

The forgotten years of my youth came back to me.  How I used to love the dark, sad evenings of late autumn and winter, how eagerly I imbibed their moods of loneliness and melancholy when wrapped in my cloak I strode for half the night through rain and storm, through the leafless winter landscape, lonely enough then too, but full of deep joy, and full of poetry…

Steppenwolf, Herman Hesse