A lengthy silence.
A filled summer.
A new school year.
A final year, begun with a vengance like the blaze of a summer sunset over the Atlantic ocean.
A year which promises long days and full evenings, but brightly coloured patches in all of the work which sometimes seems to overwhelm.
A year which will result in growth, carefully crafted, though it sometimes takes the evening light to appreciate the delicate lace of a weed.
