So we've changed year again, and it seems like 2009 has passed faster then any year before it. And I have a feeling that this pattern is here for good. However, something tells me that 2010 has the potential of becoming one of the good years that can sit beside my dear Grenoble one with pride. And just like I left that summer to France with the intuition that 6 months won't be enough, I know now that 12 months can be stretched and transformed into the time of your life. The Perchten have sent away the bad spirits and wished me all the best for the year to come, the snow has fallen over my unwritten words, questions and doubts, and the perspective of a greener and brighter spring has started to grow in my heart. Complains about Romanian elections and Wizzair flight cancellations, excitements about Christmas trees, baubles, and crackers, sad and merry songs, surprises and expected outcomes were lost in the glazing wind. This 6th of January is baptizing me with the naive feeling that this year's gonna be a good one, among great friends, duties and chances. Intentions are crystallizing in my head and I can almost taste the change that can bring temple, toes and nails together.
Happy New Year!
