Sunday evening

Revived.
The bird was made by good friend and landlady. I fell in love with it in the shop not knowing she had made it. And brought it home.
The stars have featured before.
The wee vase I threw on a lovely potter's wheel in Bhaktapur, Nepal. (it may have featured before too! Poor memory and emergency blips!) He fired it in their outdoor kilns and I carefully carried it home across the continents. Whenever i look at it I fondly remember him and his efforts with much gratefulness and think how lucky I am. And think of all the other adventures still to be had in life.