December 21, Kitskani village area, 10 km away from Tiraspol.
Cycling in the forest….

January
I think we need a little poetry up here 🙂
The days are short
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
Fat snowy footsteps…
Track the floor
And parkas pile up
Near the door.
The river is
A frozen place
Held still beneath
The trees’ black lace
The sky is low.
The wind is gray.
The radiator
Purrs all day.
John Updike