The first post of 2021.
I
The hour past
The bells chimed
One year confined to the history books
One year to look forward to
II
Late Nights
Laced with wine, food, drinking and song
Leads to a long nap under the duvet
Lying in on the downward strait to twelth night
III
Promises made – Resolutions
in changing and interesting times
enjoying a feast at the first day of the year, while
some prepare, to head out for bargains
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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