Author Archives: Adrian Cluciu

This essay started as reflections in my notebook. I developed it further with the help of Grok (xAI) for structure, quotes, and polishing.” 1. One of the major blowouts when it comes to private property is the plethora of rules and regulations set by governments. If these rules are exceedingly excessive, the primal ownership ofContinue reading “Reflections”

Sitting at our cabin and enjoying a rainy day, which kept us inside, I am reading Undaunted Courage by Stephen Ambrose. It is striking how Thomas Jefferson’s vision of America stretched far more than a hundred years into the future. His views of a continent not yet entirely known in his time were well aheadContinue reading “The Jeffersonian View of Future America”

Near the highway, it sits peacefully a marsh. Its inhabitants are unknown, there are some aquatic plants populating it densely. Few trees poke their trunks up from the see of wetland grasses to reach the sun with their leaves. In the background, further north, there are a few roof tops, all that one can seeContinue reading “Birds In A Marsh”

Since I was little, I knew of angels. They were mythical figures in stories and songs, never truly believed to be real, even during my childhood flights of fancy. Growing up, I dismissed their existence, learning to rely on the tangible, the physical world around me. Adulthood, with its harsh realities, seemed to demand I discard the clutter of imagination. The belief in the supernatural mightContinue reading “about angels and saints”

March 16th, 2024 It’s March, the month of nature’s revival from the deep sleep during the winter months. Trees in the forest unfurl their buds to give life to new growth, just another stretch towards the sun. Then the green leaves are showing up, opening themselves towards the clear skies to absorb that vital energyContinue reading “letter to you”

The night had fallen, and the dark and cold air filled the room, coming through the windows. The three friends stood quietly in the darkness, close to each other, staring around. They came to the mountain earlier that day, driven by their human masters. The ride was enjoyable, landscapes displayed in front of them throughContinue reading “OUR CHRISTMAS STORY”

It’s still warm in October. The skies are fairly clear and the sun is generous. We sit in the orchard on some logs that have been erected to stand and serve as chairs. Above us, the branches are overstretched under the weight of apple fruits. They are bending down, almost begging for those fruits toContinue reading “The Drink of Fire”

It’s late fall in Transylvania, warm weather and clear skies. A little unusual for this time of the year, an alarming sign or just a caprice of the seasons. Fruiting trees are still bearing fruits, some grapes are still ripening on the vines. More so, a peaceful golden glamor of the fields and the rustyContinue reading “The Legend of the Greatest Wine on Earth”

I’m writing this letter from the bottom of a great mountain. On my journey, running from the world, I always had the hope that one day I will reach a mountain like this. But now that I found it, it ain’t anything in it to heal my wounds. Last time I wrote to you, IContinue reading “Letter”