Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
....................................................... Anonymous
This years mosaic isn't very bright, but if you take the time to look at each piece in the mosaic there is much beauty to be found.I haven't written for quite some time. Not that I lack things to write about — but I lack the energy to transfer the thoughts from the head to the paper — screen.
That is also the reason that I'm slow in answering comments and mail.
I know that many of you have been waiting VERY long for mail and/or letters. Hold out — I dare not promise any anything but I do think of you all.
It has been a strange year in many respects — and I have a feeling that I have to get used to it, as it isn't likely to change.
