I am first found in caves, now prolific online; I am a depiction, a drawing, a symbol, or sign. I will convey whichever mood you could wish; or for that matter, a fist, flask, or fish. What am I?

What am I?

If your uncle’s sister is not your aunt, what relation is she to you?

Pronounced as 1 letter, And written with 3, 2 letters there are, and 2 only in me. I’m double, I’m single, I’m black blue and grey, I’m read from both ends, and the same either way. What am I?

Until it is measured, not known. Yet how you miss it when it has gone. What is it?

You see me once in June, twice in November, and not at all in May. What am I?

What is in seasons, seconds, centuries and minutes but not in decades, years or days?

Only one color, but not one size,
Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies.
Present in sun, but not in rain,
Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
What is it?

As a whole I am both
safe and secure.

Behead me and I become
a place of meeting.

Behead me again and I am
the partner of ready.

Restore me, and I become
the domain of beasts.

What am I?

No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month. What am I?