Now the snow lies on the ground and more snow is descending upon it — Patches of red dirt hold together the old snow patches This is winter — rosettes of leather-green leaves by the old fence and bare trees marking the sky — This is winter winter, winter leather-green leaves spearshaped in the falling [...]

This is for jul* And for the rest of you: yes, I’m still alive, just busy as hell ,) Hope to get back in here in a month or so.

Sometimes it happens so that one of our friends goes far far away. What do we do at times like this? We give him a notebook and a few envelopes with our addresses and hope that he will write us letters. Bye bye, Ignas, we’ll miss you.

Finally. All my winter season presents are delivered. Yes, it took a while. And now it’s time to share them.