December 17th

Dearest Reader,

Greetings to you oh weary wanderer of the world wide web. I bring unto you salutations of joy at our meeting and offer you repose here in my humble campfire. The winds have once again rendered the paths we travel impassable and the ice hangs from the edges of the trees around us.

This day has seen such busy passages that I scarcely know where to begin my tales. I stopped at two, nay three separate markets to process a set of photographic archives for sending them onward to family, and at last found a vendor up to the task. However the time spent amongst the travels was not in vain, for my beloved heart and I did break our fast together at a fine dealer of foodstuffs and did partake in a wonderful luncheon of quickly prepared bread and meats. Toasted no less.

As the day progressed, long after stopping the greater part of the travels, I did find myself having the time to work upon an artistic venture, and did in fact finish a Painting to give to the dearest godparents of my children, a stark work of acrylic on canvas representing the notion of Family in symbols of the Kanji variety. This work lies near the fires, drying as we speak.

Tomorrow these dear people, our truest of family despite being not of our blood, shall join paths with us for some time and to THAT I greatly look forward.

My day soon ends with rest and ruminations upon the stars, the very fabri and nature of our world, and I shall sleep ponding the magnificance of it all.

Farewell Dearest Reader, May we again cross paths.