“We’ve come to the end of another year,” Robyn said to no one in particular. "And what do I have to show for it?"
The lake was quiet now. There was no moon in the evening sky and so, the twinkling stars shone brighter still. The guests had all gone home and even the critters at the lake seemed to have departed, but Robyn knew better. The squirrels and deer, the birds and possum, were just resting more. Winter is a good time to relax. The bears know that best.
With no one to talk to, Robyn picked up her well-worn copy of Alice in Wonderland and began to randomly read:
Mad Hatter: Would you like a little more tea?
Alice Kingsley: Well, I haven't had any yet, so I can't very well take more.
March Hare: Ah, you mean you can't very well take less.
Mad Hatter: Yes. You can always take more than nothing.
Even in winter, Robyn thought, the lake is much, much more than nothing. Why it is full of memories of the past and hopes and wishes of the future. That I have nothing to do at this very moment is of little consequence.
Less is more, is something the Hatter might have said. And quiet is twice as nice as useless chatter, thought Robyn.
Happy New Year