Symbols, Snow and the Train to Wrocław

A remarkable journey, unhurried, moving at a speed allowed by the weather conditions outside.

Rain-Dodger Ballet 2011

... a reminder that joy often arrives unplanned, like a sudden summer rain.

She was thinking in two different languages at the same time...

... it was a moment of recognition—the sense that something important had happened here long before I arrived.

A traveler climbs a steep mountain, discovers quiet magic, and learns that true bravery lies within.

This is the post where Welsh finally enters the blog, carried in by daisies, my daughter, granddaughter, and one wandering frog called Bili’r Brôga.

In the small warm room the clock kept its island time — tick, tide, tick.