My fingers smart in it, my toes numb. But it is nothing. I know this, and I try to hold them in my mind as I register such knowing. It is nothing compared to the cold being felt at this moment by those displaced, homeless people in this world’s war zones. I think of those in Gaza, in Ukraine, in Sudan. I don’t know what to say or do for them. If wishes count for anything let 2026 bring an end to such horrors. Let there be a lasting peace. Let it be a kind time, a year of people being fed, housed, warmed and cherished. All people, all religions, all skin colours. Let is be so.
