Few hours more and this year, this long, hard, extenuating working year will be gone for ever. One more day and I'll disconnect, putting my tools back in the drawers for a short, well deserved break. I must confess to feel like a long distance runner who has patiently run for long before getting to the end of the track and, once there, looking far ahead, realizes there's still a lot of road to walk. The last mile is by far the longest one. In the meantime my goals have changed, as almost everything else. One of the only fixed points, my polar star is photography that keeps me on track.
There's not so much time to stop but it's worth and necessary. I'll sit on a bench for a while and soak into the low winter sunlight.