Memories: Winters are not all that bad, as we might make them out to be. It snows. It gets gloomy. But the puddle of warmth under a lamp or each festive light on a string, then, makes it so much more cozy.
The memories we carry in spring and summer and the yearning again for it in the fall goes in a cycle until the first snow showers.
The cycle goes on as we accumulate stories of cozy winters and distant celebrations gone by….
Laying down staring at the sky whisks me out of this world into another one that is as deep as the ocean and as lovely as the sunshine! How I envy the graceful languid glide of the eagle blissfully basking in the blue depths!
The crimson sky, the deep blue sky, the wool gathering sky with clouds abound…
Life according to one of life’s truly gifted naturally born wafflers… an open diary of a Saffer in a different land... life in the greater Dublin & Leinster area. (Since 2011) My quests fuel my dreams… my dreams fuel my quests!!