December
is at an end as is this Paxton year.
It
feels out of place to write about endings now, for the truth I’ve discovered is
that one day, one month, one season does pass slowly into the next. There are
no beginnings and endings really. There is only the steady succession of this
cycle of the seasons, and if we are careful, we may get caught up in its beauty
and its wonder.
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