From now on, or from next week that is, I am going to introduce Silent Sundays, and let the pictures do the talking. But since I went and spoiled the peace today anyway, I might as well update you on our Siberian winter: it now includes snow, and I can't say that I am unhappy about it. Not only is it crazy romantic, but it slows everything down, including traffic, the pace is just more human like this. What is the big hurry anyway? Must we cram all these activities and possessions into our lives? That hippie mode is over me again, less is more and freedom is everything. What is the matter with me?