And so it has arrived, the three hundred and sixty fifth day - and at this time too, wide awake around 4.30 a.m. (which is the time I was born). Why Icarus you might ask? Well its easy really, he was just an ordinary lad who had extraordinary events happen in his life; and I feel like that too. These posts have just been snippets of a life in a year leading up to this point; little snapshots, fragments in a kaleidoscope, the brick-a-brac curios, knick-knacks and wordy-rapping-hood moments that started and ended in my kitchen in Brighton, over a cup of early grey tea. In-between time I have traveled wide, lived lots, loved loads, heard my song being sung in the Cathedral and even flown a kite again for the first time in ages... but I would have to trawl through the three hundred and sixty five posts to revisit all the memorable moments and indeed people that go to make up a life and a year. Of course there is also a huge amount I haven't mentioned, but for ten minutes a day, at least, I have typed straight from the thinking process with very little editing - and now we are at the end, which is just a new beginning. I did post once that every year my mother would put up the tree and let me switch on the Christmas lights on the morning of my birthday. I miss her and I am thinking about her and my dad right now, but I have kept up the tradition and I am sure she will be watching out for it - so the tree is bought, the lights untangled, the baubles polished and the angel dressed, all ready to be put in place:
Happy Christmas 2014, may 2015 bring you much joy!
