Visions Of Holland

I woke up in the middle of the night and checked my email (I have night owls for friends - there's always a night-time treat to be found).

My dear friend Joop had written. He's Dutch and he told me it has been about 12 years since the canals have frozen. He shared a very poetic and detailed description of their love of ice skating, of contacting his friend with only a couple of words to plan their skating party.

How blessed I am to have this kind of love surrounding me. It is poetry in motion. Books come to life. Music to my ears.

I'm of to sleep with visions of my wonderful friends dancing in my head.