Thinking of the green roads

It's winter. My fingers are cold when I am tapping my keyboard. It is so good that I can have a break for a couple of weeks and do nothing (except work only two days a week), or do something that I like. For instance, I had time yesterday. I was sitting in my little living room, the sun seeping through the blinds, chair propped with pillows, a cup of coffee nearby and then I finished reading Anne Enwright's novel the Green Road that I started a while back. I read, and then cried a little bit towards the end. She knows what she is writing about. Life is just a series of moments, and some of the moments are more significant than others.

Here is some colour to break the winter hues.

Copyright Kirsi Reinikka 2017