Looking back at the past year as the end draws near. Usually there are fond memories to go back to. They were less this year, for everything was dominated by that minuscule thing which hijacked our normal life. It however also seemed to make the beautiful moments that still were there, more intense, more precious.
So here is my sweet longing for the ferry to Schiermonnikoog and for the year to end with a ripple and the glow of the setting sun.