I had a very strange feeling early on Thursday morning, when I woke up and walked out onto the terrace. In the blue-gray sky a yellow full moon was just setting behind the treetops. To the south, the sky was flaming orange and peach, as the sun was rising from the black silhouette of the mountains. And there I stood in the middle, suspended between darkness and light, night and day.
This feeling continued during the following few days, as odd things happened: I wrote a post, and my words disappeared into the void, a casualty of the DDoS attacks on TypePad these days, which explains why this blog has been mostly down (how sad to think of people using their time, energy and cyber-skills in this malicious way!). Later on, low clouds rolled in steadily, swallowing our Spring and bringing back wintry storms. We cancelled our Easter plans and gathered by the fireplace, our little stone house isolated from the world and the seasons - suspended in a slow, mellow state, between celebration and retreat.