tracing patterns - here, there, everywhere
Die Tage beginnen schön.
Blauer Himmel, Sonnenschein ab Sonnenaufgang, die angenehme Frische der ersten Herbsttage.
Es ist eine Zartheit in der Luft, noch rascheln die Blätter geheimnisvoll im Luftzug.
Ein Lächeln legt sich auf das Gesicht - ist die Welt nicht schön?
wetti eifach numeno wiit dervo.
Is Ruumschiff sitze und devoflüüge, zumene Schtärn ganz wiit hine, um mindeschtens siebe Egge ume und a sächzäh Wurmlöcher verbii.
Since I moved in February, Kiara, my one and only spinning wheel did not get much attention. In August, there was a flash of spinning a band of light blue silk-merino. Then, there was silence again.
Yesterday, the bug got back to me. And as it looks, it got me badly.
Did I ever mention that I love the sky, and specially clouds? They’re like pictures for me. You can see anything or nothing in them. And they change. Oh so quickly.
Today, I met some very interesting ones. The last one I saw when I had climbed a steep hill. The clouds seemed to hang on the hills. And, well, might it no be that there’s someone or something lurking behind, peeping down?
