January Features

Nocturne in a Deserted Brickyard


Stuff of the moon

Runs on the lapping sand

Out to the longest shadows.

Under the curving willows,

And round the creep of the wave line,

Fluxions of yellow and dusk on the waters

Make a wide dreaming pansy of an old pond in the night.




Carl Sandberg



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Starting the new year on a melancholic note, though not without hope. January is a long, calm month, full of silent new beginnings, time for introspection. Gradually getting brighter, finding its direction. I find myself constantly searching for the light. It's good to return to everyday life after the holidays, and I am carefully filling the void with work, upcoming parties, the rythm of everyday life interrupted by the necessary small breaks of fun and socializing to lighten the dark winter nights here in the northern hemisphere.  I was born in a January snow blizzard decades ago, to me this is also the start of another new personal year. So far, I am still hopeful.

Happy New Year!

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