Rotewind

Translation: Red Wind. Or Rødvind.

If you want the English and Norwegian translation from German. Writing on a German keyboard and wanting Norwegian specific letters is hard without having to coy-paste from elsewhere. But I digress.

Rotewind.

A bike. Red (obviously). Not a motor bike, but a bicycle. A city bicycle, one gear only, made for riding it with a skirt. Or a dress. Now with a fresh new lock, pump for a flat tire and patching for fixing a flat tire, and a basket. All bought by Spice as a gift for this day.

A very special day. Some of you might even know why this day is special to me. Some of you may not. It is of no importance. What matters is that Spice gifted me these items after waking me with song, cake, and a lit candle. Spice is also very special to me.

Rotewind will be stationed in the garage that comes with the Nest. Ah, yes, the Nest. The Nest is where I will live next. It is in Germany. It is located in a small village attached to a larger town, itself sitting in a valley near a large German city in the Southern part of the country. Summer will be hot and for me, probably uncomfortable.

The Nest is located on the third floor (Norwegian third floor). It has a hallway, a bedroom, a livingroom, a dining room/library, a kitchen, a bunny room/storage area, and a garage. No, I still do not have a driver's licence, nor a car. The garage is for Rotewind and other items that should not be left outside in case of rain or snow or heavy fog. I'm quite fond of the Nest.

The language is still hard for me. But I am learning. Slowly and surely.

Today is a good day. Sunny. Warm. Quiet. Just as I like it.

May your day also be good. It is important to have good days in this time and age.

Chill-ten Grief Loss

 The rain and the sun.

Plastic avians on the terrace fence.

Smokeless chimneys.

Unseen waste gas excess.

A window.

Slept on couch.

The room is not your home.

Furry teeth pets.

Neck chain neckless metal heavy.

Shoulderblades goosebump freezing.

Stolen warmth spreading.

Your day, my day, every day.

Two dimentional dome.

Flesh, fleshless, bare.

A falling insect in flight.

Empty inside.

Eyes not seeing.

Ears not hearing.

Swimming words on paper puple blue.

This is not fantasy.

Unreal not-reality sharp.

Green-grey numbers changing.

White box cardboard perfume container.

Stillness.

It was not always so.

Now I cannot change it.

You are not the master of my mind.

Spice-mas without Snow.

The gathering took place 24/12-24. Six people we were: Spice, Sugar, Serious, Smiles, Science and myself. Snow was missing.

Allow me to introduce the cast.

Spice and Sugar are getting a divorce, Serious is Sugar's boyfriend, I am Spice's girlfriend, Smiles is the partner of Serious, Science is the in-married cousin of Spice and chosen cousin of mine.

Science is a former Muslim, Serious is in the process of becoming a Jew, Spice has a connection to Christianity, and I represented the heathens.

We had a lovely Germanic meal (Raclette), nice conversation, all dressed up. Presents were exchanged, I felt like a child again (in a good way), formed bonds deepened and good times were had. All I missed was Snow.

I also made us all into a D&D 5e party.
Sugar: Knowledge Domain Cleric.
Serious: Bard.
Smiles: Wild Magic Sorcerer.
Science: Wizard.
Spice: Ranger.
And myself: Great Old One Warlock.

An all very magic heavy party.

Ich habe Deutsch gelernt.

Today is the day I started upon the journey that is the learning of the German language. Despite it being lots and lots and lots of work ahead of me, I have decided to try to not be overwhelmed.