ECHO 1/1/06

when heat turns droplets of water momentarily into a sphere rolling across the smooth hot surface of an electric cooker, then to vanish –
tears of realization roll, I am at one and the same time content beyond belief and saddened for the man I was a year ago at this time – now I am released I can’t hold back the sympathy and the relief –
dancing in the garden at midnight, feet on cold stone, with so many fireworks going off for miles around the sky is lit like a storm and the noise rolls in from as far away as Birmingham -
high places, vistas, altitude; we crave these on this auspicious day and make our way to the top of Fish Hill as the sun descends and spreads a misty light between the hills and through the vale; children run with kites or else weep at the cold; deer remain in the lower shadows watching; groups of friends take pictures of themselves for posterity with one among them the constant joker whose voice carries on the wind –
the ‘arrow of time’ points toward the direction of increasing entropy: the future -