Another Folk Painting
(Tjetër pikturë popullore)

Raki, oregano and garlic smell strong in the pale light, that light which perforates the shutters, and the branches of the mulberry tree in the garden.

Yet it is not light. It is but the memory of brightness and thus, comes cold; winter descends, piercing hearts.

And the mulberry tree is shaken to the quick for, season after season, has it been losing its one-time rustle.