Here we go again, slamming the door on one year and opening it on another. A long series of years in my case. A charcoal landscape from my window shows winter’s own depression. I have, however, things to do and places to see. Scotland is already there in the Spring. The heather on the hill is already rooting the imagination. If we could not find the way out of this year, it would be a pity beyond our own . The world waits for the opening doors and the closing ones.