Three snowflakes

Maija stepped out, and she seems to have picked up three of those few snowflakes that slowly came down tonight. They show on her black fur coat.

I have had wonderful two days mailing and talking over the phone with my old colleagues / work mates who met on Monday afternoon over a late lunch. They have sent me pictures, and even though most of them were over twenty years my junior, they seem to have gray hair already. I wish I could have joined them, but I know I no longer have the energy to travel that far and sit at the table at length. Oh well ...