An Early Winter

Winter has come early this year. At least in the mountains. It’s not unusual, but, I wouldn’t say it’s normal either. Anyway. We’ve had a long summer holiday here at the Post. Maybe too long some would say, but then again, we’ve been out traveling, both of us, Simon and myself. What can you do? Travel is the food of the soul they say, you know, Navigare Necessere Est, Vivere Non, so, what have you?

Well you have some stories to look out for in the weeks and months to come, if nothing else. And that is something, as the opposite of nothing, and I dare say it’s pretty good. We’ll be taking our local approach to the Orient, and also a much needed local look at both the southern parts of America and Europe. Like I said, we’ve been out and about.

But not to forget our lovely homestead of Kavli. Oh no. And who would want to really? Well, not me, I’m from here, and I love it, born and raised in the land of plenty – plenty of honey and milk and bees and bonnets and knees and those things that seem to be lacking everywhere else these days.

Yeah, to tell you the truth, I’m darn happy to be home again. Home is where a yokel like myself belongs. The city only makes me blue and melancholic and a touch too thirsty. No, when I come home, over that mountain, and see that morning glow of an early sunrise, my heart, the thing that keeps this mysterious machinery going, it slows down a beat or two, and I feel more myself again, whoever that really is - knowing that there is a place for me too, among all that noise and activity and being and becoming.