This after having missed out on the Pink Moon, (it actually looks pink, according to astronomers), or supermoon, which means when the orbit is closest possible to the Earth. That was in April, thanks to the clouds on that night. Which is a metaphor for just about everything about most of 2020. The bright orb on All Hallows Eve was a beacon of hope. There might be a light at the end of the tunnel, after all.
The slimster is no great shakes as a musician, although brinksmanship can be….
(Read more: Estonian Life No. 44 2020 paber- and PDF/digi)
Tõnu Naelapea, Toronto
