While two years ago my lady was scattering seed to act as Secret Santa to the birds:
and last year, I was wondering whether it was best to go forwards, backwards, to the left or to the right:
But instead of choosing decisively I just blundered around in various directions as usual, largely letting time carry me along to wherever it wanted.
This year, the river still flows:
while the Earth spirals on through space and time,
life grows and life goes,
and still it snows...