This day started after midnight with strangers hugs and friends wishes. It is now 2025, the seventieth year of the writer of this account. A matter of no importance but one that induces disquiet in the mind. There is awareness of all those around who are visibly closing their various shops and going permanently out of business.
The walk back from the new Atelier this morning was dreamlike, one bridge over a large stream, then a small river and then the big Isar. The lawns between the trees are all littered with the detritus of pyrotechnics from last night. The air was thick with powder smoke then.
The first breakfast of the year was fine, there was the usual greeting from the cat.
The small animal was unaware of the portentous nature of the day.
The wife is in the corridor sulkily sorting her stacks of dirty clothing.
This may be some new year resolution.
Wish her good morning, there is not even a grunt in reply.
Take this opportunity to wish everybody a happy new Year and a prosperous
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