Peter collected his mail and took a table at Café Central by himself, away from the ghosts of his friends: Kraus, von Hofmannsthal, Klimt, and the others. He plopped down on the cushioned bench beneath the window. As was the norm, his pockets were empty, his stomach was too, but that didn’t matter. He fully intended to pen some prose today, some poetry. Armed with his inkpot, his quill, and an armful of correspondenzkarten on which to write (because he thrived on the limitations that they imposed on his writing); he selected one and scribbled on the back:
“Ich habe zu meinen zahlreichen unglücklichen Lieben noch eine neue hinzubekommen
den Schnee! Er erfüllt mich mit Enthusiasmus, mit Melancholie.” *
*Excerpt from „ WINTER AUF DEM SEMMERING “, Written by Peter Altenberg, master of the aphorism, first published in 1913.
I chose to steal this, and use it as the verse for my Haibun.
The prompt directed me to choose an image. I chose this one: