picture - Paul Ranson

This morning by the wharf the small waves glitter in the warm sun light. No sweaters or jackets today.

Last night in the cold wind the little kids danced to the Taiko drums. The bigger kids stood around resisting the urge to
move their bodies to the beat. Sometimes a foot would betray the rhythm.

Even thought I slept well last night I want to take nap before we all gather again to celebrate New Years Day. The doors and windows are open. When the sun goes down we will have another fire in the fireplace and once again watch sponge bob square pants on the TV, the favorite of young kids. We move at the pace of the smallest walking child in the house.