Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.
In January my last Danish friend died. I had known him for 54 years. His cousin rang me in December to tell me that he was very ill. Since he died his cousin and I kept writing and agreed that it would be nice to meet each other and today she came here with her husband and it was such a nice day we spent together.It was as if we had known each other for a long time, but we met only once before. Of course we went to the windmills, for it is not far from my house. The weather, which had been awful all summer, changed suddenly for the better. And the sun made the world brighter and greener. Compared to Australia my country is green! And I like it!!