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Hey Jamesn!

Oh, I should’ve thought of Grandfather clock. :^)  I can hear those keys jingling.

There’s something in here about that feeling of being aligned with the seasons — watching the geese gather here on Barton Pond every fall as they get ready to head south and, more, hearing them call out to each other and squabble all night long — but there’s also something here about the dislocations inherent in nature: the surprises when the seasons change suddenly, rivers flash flooding, volcanoes erupting.  The seasons aren’t always smooth transitions and can disrupt our lives if we don’t take these disruptions into account.  Maybe it’s the sickles, rather than the cycles, of time we need to keep an eye on.  ;^)

Whew.  There’s another one!