I’m back to my erratic diary and I enjoy the subtle pleasure of communicating with invisible presences...

I’m not speaking of ghosts and I haven't become a medium in the meanwhile. I’m still the old, rational and a little sarcastic Violet Bear, luckily!
What I intended to say is that you know who I am, but I don’t know who you are. I don’t know if you read these words either. I can only imagine that someone by chance, every now and then, lands at my pages' shores and maybe takes a minute to share pieces of reality and imagination with me.
Nevertheless, your invisible presence is company and an inspiration for me.

I know I've been absent for a while and maybe I’ll tell you why and where I was, but I don't feel any urge to do so at this moment.

I’m here now and I wonder if one or two of you have missed me a little.
When someone misses us, we can have the impression to be existent and, in all cases, it’s gratifying.

As you can see I have taken a little tour through a library, because when winter approaches there is nothing better than spending time with a hot cup of tea and good book as perfect companions.
I’m looking for something interesting, but not necessarily too heavy, in all senses.
Maybe we could exchange the titles of the books we have enjoyed lately.
Sharing what we like make the pleasure even more enriching.
I have to leave you now; I must find two or three books before going back home.

See you soon, always here.