The clump of heather by the well stone is blooming now, the first flowers of 2016. The sun is moving north and the sky at nightfall is turquoise and gold. A new year is coming across the land and what will it bring?
I am not where I was at this time last year, and the speed of change has been far greater than many years. The sun’s constancy has a great deal of comfort in it. Can you imagine if the stars really were strange one day?