This time last year we were aching with the winter, remember? We’d race to the beach after work to catch the last shards of sun. We’d sit and watch, and whinge and moan; about the lack of warmth, the lack of light, the lack in our lives. And it’s passed so quick, an entire year. The dark and cold are eating up the days again, and you’re gone. In the light, you lucky thing! And I’m almost there. I’m almost there. Remember?