Nothing could compare...

[Mary Hatch Bailey]

I just took a tramp down to the lake front. On a starlit, windless night. The snow was knee-high -- but I was only in my jeans because it did not feel, in the least bit, cold. The woods as always, even in the temperate summer, are inviting -- and now in winter are a sacred place when wrapped in snow on every surface and lit by the near full moon. The old split rail face, a sentinel. So ultimately quiet and still, the only sound your own labored breath. It is so , so good to be home. The square peg has at last found a square hole.

[Vaucluse]

And why would you take a tramp down to the water? Hmm, you are taking this caring for the homeless a bit far, aren't you???

Sounds lovely, simply lovely.

[sundaymorningstaple]

I'm definately envying you this Xmas! Maybe next year I'll get home as well. Merry X'mas Mary to you and your loved ones.

sms

[sapphire]

Nothing could compare...to home, sweet home! Bet you're soaking in every little thing there. Now that's something not easy to find here --> the only sound your own labored breath.

Just got back from Orchard Road, forget breath, I couldn't hear myself think! Its nuts there!

[dot dot dot]

From your writing I can get you are soooo happy to be there in the cold. Good to hear you are enjoying yourself over there.

But.... I am sooo happy here in Singapore, no craving for the cold or european continent.

Have a good month ahead over there, la Reinne!

Eric