Since I can build my workshop behind the bus I have done this nearly daily for the past weeks. This suits me perfectly though the days are fairly short. For the past three mornings the meadow has been white with frost and nearly so were my fingers. I warm them on a mug of tea after I have set up the tent. Just about then the sun peeks over Slieve Elva and warms my little workshop.
I so love my hands to go up in the work while my thoughts wander through my memories.
And then, looking up, I see the grand plan again. Then I imagine my arms to be the flippers of a humpback whale, that my feet have grown into a fluke, that I weigh some forty tonnes and what a superb splash I can make. Instead of fireworks.
And what I would like for myself, I wish to all visitors of Dolphin Address:
A flying New Year!