Keep Feeling Fascination

Doors closing. Doors opening. Life moves around me in swirls and eddies. Sometimes, you know, if you stop focussing on what is directly in front of you, you suddenly get the whole picture. In 3D.

Love has been powerful strong in all it's manifestations over the last fews days. Sport also has been almost orgasmic in it's intensity; both training and winning are such rare bedfellows that when they finally deign to make a joint appearance in the same week I could cry with the pain of the emotion.

Anniversaries of all sorts have also been constant companions over this year, what with short, medium and long term celebrations putting in welcome and sometimes surprising appearances.

Now, late on Saturday night, and accompanied by a glass of decent Merlot, I see two more doors that need to be opened.

The immediacy of the necessity of opening that first door cannot be underestimated...but after I have rinsed my hands I fully expect to contemplate the opening of the second, mysterious, and extremely important door.

More news on doors, orgasmic sport, and possibly even more decent bottles of Merlot will be forthcoming.

Elton John is on the telly by the way.

There's another Sergei.

Sergei