We may fear it as we come to the end of it, but time's not the enemy nor is it a friend to me, it's just a reminder that the clock ticks merrily on its way, day in, day out, the clocks never stop, that's the way the cupcake crumbles or the snowflake stumbles.

It doesn't bother me that what will be we'll see in the fullness of the new Moon and if the great unknown is so unknown how come so many people know about it?

I think that I'll potter along pottering away
and that's the way to do it.