I swear I don't know how this happens. I drain the glass of champers on New Year's Eve, I go to bed, and the sudenly it's April, suddenly it's July, suddenly it's... December.
And I get to sit back on another NEw Year's Eve and flip through the days of the year gone by as though through a calendar, and remember this or that, the riotous blooming of my spring bulbs, the sound of a woodpecker somewhere in the summer trees, the turning of the leaves and the year.
Weeks go by fast, and there's only a bare handful of them left in the year.
And so the world turns.
See you all here in the last month of 2005...