It’s a sad day and a low time of year. When living and working in towns and cities, we don’t have much time or opportunity to study the skies. We forget how the seasons lift us up and pull us down.
Yet surprising things can help us through the lows.
For me a new love came into my life quite unasked and undeserved.
It was my granddoggie. I never did anything to merit his adoration. I didn’t feed him, except on the odd mercy mission when his family were held up in traffic. I didn’t keep the roof over his head or take him for walks in wintry weather.
Yet he just loved me. When I came to the door he would rush from wherever he was comfortably snoozing and go into an ecstasy of tail wagging and welcome whimpers. When I finally sat down he would leap onto my knee. It was a source of huge entertainment and amazement to the family.
Of course I loved him in return.
He’s old now and he was never particularly clever, but he was long-suffering and forgiving. He put up with all the silly costumes the grandchildren made him wear, the endless idiotic tricks they taught him.
Even now in his more tetchy, less energetic old age, he welcomes every day in the world with cheerful anticipation.
Here he is, forever puzzled but patiently accepting of the strange things life throws at him, trying to lick up a frozen puddle in the park.
Yes, in unexpected ways, in life’s bad places, love has brought me around.