A new winter day
I see the window of the room, from where I write on this computer a blue sky, sunny, and other buildings in the neighborhood where I live. As I am on the sixth floor, in my small penthouse, I also see the top of buildings and some trees in the street. Today it is cold, and in several cities, there was frost and snow in some quantity, A new day is an invitation to live. If I can eat, pray and love and take care of me then everything is fine in my life. I take care of my work, and the people who request me some demand, as well as I, live with my friends. True friendship is a rare thing. The day dawns with a blank sheet to be written.