The house is quiet again, quiet and warm, good memories
of lovely visitors are still in the rooms and on my mind.
Moments come and go, joy, anxiety, relief... and happiness again,
time; a ribbon of stories, unrolling, intertwined ribbons.
And outside the snow fell and at once winter became very cold
but of an enchanting beauty.
The garden has something unreal, as if it is some kind of
stage where anything unworldly can happen any moment
and you won't even be surprised.