Marking Time

[poliphilo]

The days between Boxing Day and the New Year have a curious feel to them- compounded of anti-climax and anticipation. It's an illusion of course, but it feels as though life is on hold- and there's no way you could possibly start anything new. They're the year's appendix.

The remains of the turkey go out onto the compost heap where I hope predators and carrion eaters will find them, the accumulated waste paper and cardboard go to start a bonfire...