Death in the time of life
THE WAY THINGS ARE
Breath leaves our bodies and that of other warm-blooded species, taking warmth with it. Death is cold.
A breeze ruffles the grey feathers of a pigeon ...
Colette Ioannidou has had a long association with the Cyprus Mail and currently writes a column every other week. Other interests include writing, current affairs, books, archaeology, art, music, movies/series