I’m at my little studio. Had my hunger satisfied. Enjoying red wine.

The door is wide open. The wind is fresh and cold. The incense is

burning. The radio is playing Bach. The stars are twinkling for all. The

moon is bright. Haven’t gotten the deadly bug so far. I’m walking.

Breathing. Using my fingers. My mind. My ears. Eyes. What can I

more would want…? Nothing. Sweet heavens! Thank you with all my

heart! Thank you a thousand times. I know one day I wont be hitting

this keyboard again. I’ll be gone. As those who have gone before me.

And that’ll be fine. I have to make room for others, or so the cliché says.

Sweet dear ones. I want to wish all a wonderful new year. May all your

dreams come true.

Love.

EO