Another One Bites The Dust

As a year draws to a close it's very easy to let one's eyes drift back over the previous 12 months, sometimes with less positivity than one deserves.

That's a rather convoluted way of saying that we tend to be too hard ourselves, retrospectively. So not everything in 2012 went as you wanted it to. You're still eating too much McDonald's, you can't get through the weekend without a glass of wine and a flight of stairs leaves you wheezing. Big deal. Another year, another day, is another chance. Make the most of 2013. Make good choices.

Speaking of choices, I've made one. I prefer Blogger to Wordpress. The feature range at Blogger is more aligned with what I want than the free Wordpress accounts. So for those of you reading this at Blogger there's no need to adjust your bookmarks. If you're reading this at Wordpress, then occasionally you'll find posts consisting of just a link back to Blogger, unless I can get a recipe at IFTTT that works for me.

Whatever. Happy New Year, everyone. I hope that 2013 is kind to you and yours and brings with it a whole new world of wonderful possibilities and opportunites for you.

Seasoning

Imperceptibly, the nights are getting shorter. Apparently. It probably says a lot that my impression is of nights getting shorter as opposed to days getting longer. Not that I don't like the daytime - I'm just not a "summer person". Spring I adore and I'll live through the violent glare of summer days to see the glow of summer evenings and the soft warmth of summer nights while I wait for autumn.

I couldn't live somewhere without seasons. The world turns and hurtles through space, hair gets greyer and lines get deeper. I like to have something other to judge the passing time against than merely the face in the mirror. And it's not about the colours. Okay, it's not all about the colours. Each season has a different feeling - the freshness of spring; the close weight of summer; the ochred brittleness of autumn and the crisp fragility of the winter. They're all so different and have all enspired people far cleverer with words than I throughout the years. I love the change of seasons.

So we roll on. Things change and things stay the same. Every day is much like the last except that it's different. Except that it's all different. Always. Every heartbeat is subtly different to the last. Your heart has never done it exactly the same before and will never do it exactly the same again. Each of the drops of rain I now hear dancing on my front door is an individual, as much as you or I. Each of them a marker, a defined point in the flow of time. Listen. That's a clock keeping time with the rhythym of life.

Posting By E-mail?

Now there's an option I hadn't considered before now. Again, my concern is going to be about the formatting.

I guess there's only one way to find out how it looks!

One More

This is the last of the test posts. Promise.

Well, it's the last of the test posts for now. If this doesn't work how I want it's either back to copy & paste or finally choose between Blogger and WordPress!