A little poem, written long ago when we were first starting this business. These days, I feel that an awful lot is being taken. Except for my family, which I am treasuring. Waiting to see what happens next.
* * *
After a week of warmth,
I step into the cold, crisp night
and find that the stars
have returned. Reminded
that something will be taken away,
and something given.
(c) Adrie Lester, from The Salt