Words for Wednesday …

My youngest child lives in Brazil; a migrant who sometimes finds the life in a foreign country difficult and the benefits hard to see and overcome.

On my desk stands an inkwell, that contains permanent ink. Today’s difficulty which in the light of real hardship is of course minuscule. Nonetheless, I will share it; permanent ink is inclined to clog the pen nib, unless used and washed regularly; so I do write daily and give it a rinse occasionally.  Then, there is the inkwell made by Mont Blanc, not looking like a mountain unless you have seen those in Rio.  It would seem that the mountains do get in the way of communication links, so tunnels are made through them … Like I said we can find ways to get through.

Permanent ink well,

Like a mountain in Rio

Tunnel underneath.