The snow has stopped, blown away overnight by a brutal mistral wind. I leave tomorrow at first light. I miss the wind in the evergreens and the thousand woodland noises of winter on my small island. It will be good to travel home but I think it may take a while to grow accustomed to life alone after all the noise and joy of fellowship here. I’ll miss climbing the lodge stairs to the claw foot tub filling it to the brim with scalding water and opening the window so I can hear the snowball fights and children playing stories below. The mist rises off the water and hot tea soothes everything else. It’s been a beautiful holiday. Full of kinship and candlelight on grey days. It makes it easier to return home, knowing the days have grown just a touch longer. The next time I write, I’ll be home. Love to you.
to be continued…
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