2012

How wonderful, a new year, a clean slate. Beginning new every year is one of the nicest things. As one grows older, and I am very much 55 this year! one's optimism comes from remembered things like early morning birdsong which it is my privilege to hear every day, and the other sounds of newspaper falling, streets being swept, cat asking for food, and the stray dogs pawing in the garden hoping for a crust of bread, after rising from their bed of leaves. There is a new syllabus to write up for new students, and there is the day ahead, when fog gives way to glittering sunlight in a clear sky.