I suspect that blogging is a bit like taking pictures of your first grandchild. You just about have a camera welded to your fingers for the first couple of years. Then the passion gets slowly less, and you take rather fewer photos, until, by the time you get to my age (62), you can go 10 years and never have your photo taken. So, in my initial enthusiasm for blogging, all sorts of stuff is likely to get recorded, but eventually, it might be refined into something a bit more coherent.

If you ask a kid what colour the sky is, they'll look at you as if you're crazy, and say something like, "duh; blue". And they'd be right - most of the time. But not this evening, when the sun went down, and the sky in the east faded to a pale, pale blue, and then into apricot. And floating in the middle of it was a big fat full moon. Now, that's eternity - people saw that beauty and mystery 10,000 years ago, and they'll do the same in 10,000 years time - that is, if we don't do something fundamentally insane in the meantime. Which is all too likely - are you reading this, Dubya?

Haiku No. 1

A moment of joy.
I can hear my friend calling
From behind the golden sunset.