PASSING TIME (For Celia)

It is turning cold now. This is not a happy prospect for those of us who prefer a much warmer climate. The body tends to slow down and requires additional clothing. The brain also has more difficulty concentrating and holding on to trains of thought. I do not know why that is. Perhaps it is some form of residual instinct to hibernate. The AI overview states that: ‘It is not known how many animals hibernate, but it is a common survival strategy used by many, with millions of species worldwide using some form of dormancy to get through harsh conditions’.

I contemplate just what my survival strategy should be in the light of the darkness that our world seems to be falling into. There are diversions and a host of displacement activities to keep one on an even keel, but there is an ever present reality that gives one pause. Although there is joy and contentment associating with friends and relatives, there is the unfortunate fact that their numbers dwindle as time goes by. 

I had intended to rant on a bit about the state of the UK, the state of the the States, the state of the world, but being in hibernation mode and with all my friends in mind, and bearing in mind the last four words of the previous paragraph, I would ask you instead to take about 14 minutes out of your day and listen to a couple of songs, wonderfully performed, whose lyrics say it all. You'll get a kick out of it.