COLD COLD COLD

but tomorrow it will be better. This little bird feels the cold too.
Sitting and waiting at the pond. I walked around and behind trees, again, I watched the Nile geese. The father still agressive sometime to other waterbirds, chasing them around the pond.
In the afternoon we will attend the cremation of an old lady, the "aunt" of Piet Hein, dear friend of his parents. She was english and met her dutch husband in London during the war. She was a nurse at that time. She was always cheerful and interested in the lives of other people.

My haiku:

When you are old dear
The world becomes more blurred like
An indistinct photo

And the proverb:

It is as natural to die as to be born.