01 January 2016

Seven swans a sleeping

Off-camera six geese work through the night to lay a new water main
Grand Canal, Dublin, 1st January, 2016
And thus begins another year.

2015 started with zebras and hippos and leopards (oh my) and ended in a pool of broken hopes and aspirations (technically Harold's Cross, but I carry around the pool of broken hopes and aspirations in a plastic bag to remind me of the evils of Capitalism. It's a very squishy bag).

2016 started with a row of sleeping swans along the banks of the Grand Canal, and this can only be a good thing.

In hindsight the central problem with 2015 was obviously that it peaked too soon. Way too soon. Possibly within the first eight hours of the year. I mean, you wake up before dawn in the middle of the Serengeti and say good morning to a dozen giraffes before breakfast, even seeing a new Star Wars film eleven-plus months later is not really going to come close on your top-ten list of the year.

Ok, it comes close. Pretty damn close. Don't judge me.

So this year started in the sodden aftermath of Storm Frank (as apparently we are naming rain events now) and a walk home along the banks of the Grand Canal, with the rats frolicking among the slumbering waterfowl and a solitary pug crying out to the night beyond, "Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba. Sithi uhm ingonyama. Siyo Nqoba. Ingonyama nengw' enamabala".

"Here comes a lion, Father. Oh yes, it is a lion. We are going to conquer. A lion and a leopard come to this open place", he said again in English, for those who don't understand Zulu.

It was late, the pug looked fairly hammered, he was certainly off-key.

The swans remained unimpressed.

So learning from the errors of last year, I can confidently say that on the basis of this year's dawning the best days of 2016 are truly ahead of us.

Happy New Year everyone.

Somewhere, a pug is announcing his imminent arrival.
Serengeti National Park, Tanzania, 1st January, 2015

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