Imagine a path leading on into a garden leading in and through a house and then leading back onto a path and imagining
a circle going off onto a circle far beyond in an infinity of colours as the rainbow's end explodes.

We come back to the path where we know it all began,
to the house where mam and home made bread
and dad down in the garden shed
pottering about.

always to beginning and the starting of the end

I raise my glass to all those friends who passed me on the way