The beach is quiet enough to go down for a quick dip again. The crowds are thinning out, leaving behind space like low tide at the beach. The last of our holiday visitors are sadly packing their bags to bid us goodbye. The house is becoming a bit more ordered after a holiday season full to bursting point with shared meals and cooking for many. As things go back to normal routines and old habits, I'm left examining my dreams and plans for this new year, trying to balance expectations and reality.
And so the year ahead looks more and more like a blank page. Awaiting something. Expecting something.
We'll have to see...