Mihael Keehl

It's always been routine but it never felt like it. Every year, there was always something - a moment, an emotion, a phrase, or even a word that distinguished one year from another. Now, after more than fifty years, I could still vividly remember every little detail of each year from the way her skirt spun whenever she danced all the way to how her eyes shone whenever she looked at me. This year..