“As we stand, sit or even lie down, fast asleep, we are moving. The Earth turns between night and day; the Moon, locked in its distant embrace with our planet, dances around us, its steps marking tides, the period of women, the madness of men; and the Moon and us in tandem, journey elliptically around in the Sun, the source of light and warmth our lives are linked to, which governs our seasons, the time to sow seeds and reap the harvest, or, equally, the time to put forward new ideas and see them bear fruit. These dances are going on simultaneously, constantly.”

Even as the passage of time is relentless or merciless even, I always love to take a step back at this time of the year, and muse. This year has been a year of many firsts, I am sure, for most members of the class. Increasingly, I perceive this couple of years as being some kind of punctuation in personal development. Not the unnecessary excitement of an exclamation mark, or the emphatic discontinuity of a full stop. But perhaps a comma, signifying a subtle but noticeable change of tone and pace hereon.

This comma marks the birth pangs of a new dawn.