Pictorial blethers

By blethers

Home, James ...

This is the M8 late this afternoon as we headed home after an all-too-brief celebration with our family. I've always been unwilling to let the spirit of the season go, ever since childhood; nowadays it feels as if part of it slips through my fingers as we say goodbye and drive off.

However, that is a gleam of clear sky ahead of us; it had me singing words that have become the anthem for a generation who loved Anthem, the song from which they come:

There is a crack, a crack in everything;
That's how the light gets in.

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