Mr Peter’s Water Wind

about my St Petersburg

Three hundred times I’ll reassemble it, I guess — but for now here it is, St Peter, the city where I lived for twelve years and a half.

There are two of them, one is joyful, light, showing treasures gladly, the other is gloomy, cold, un-living, and it is a gateway, a portal, not a place where to live.

For me, it has been a place of learning and a temple, a place of motherhood, a place of great soul growth. I say thank you, and I write a snapshot of gratitude, but I have seen in my last year there, in the first year of war, what squeezes from within.