Cold Winters Eve

What does a writer most long for on a cold winter’s eve …

… a blazing fire … a hot bowl of soup …. a pen … and one’s writing book. That is it … it really is that simple.

After a long drive, I have just arrived at an airbnb somewhere in the rural French countryside not far from Orleans, halfway to England, where I arrive tomorrow afternoon and will spend most of December.

The fire is blazing … the writing materials waiting …

So, time to travel back to 1940 in Germany, and continue the writing of this fiction based on fact novel.

Ahhh bliss …

Warm glowing Love from a blazing hearth and heart.

LOVE

Nicolya ❤️❤️

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