Now I am able to sit quietly watching the evening draw in, it has stopped snowing but some lingers on the ground and the sky slowly darkens in a last burst of colour and gradually as people return home in the neighbourhood houses and gardens are lit with cheerful lights and colourful trees.
Carol Ann Duffy, poet laureate, suggests in her commissioned poem, The Wound of Time, that no lesson is learned.
Remember, remember the 5th of November.
This post is all about recent events. Introduction: I had to go to Hartford to the Greyhound Bus Station in order to exchange my return bus ticket to Canada; wanting to return a couple of days earlier than first planned.