Seasons change regardless. First breeze of the onset of spring. Orange blossoms ready to open and bathe Sevilla in elegant perfume. Tempted out by sunshine and blue sky, I went for a riverside walk and found a wooden sailing boat. Methods change regardless of notions of good and bad. Half a millennium ago, in a wooden ship little bigger than a modern tourist coach, a group of men left Sevilla and made the first circumnavigation of the globe. Five hundred years is not very long: parents and a child usually span a century.
Every moment is the first time. Despite being phone averse, I acquired a smartphone for the very first time, an offer too good to refuse - cheaper than my less-than-funky prepay number. Life's good. And in a fruition of almost a decade of mulling over the idea, I acquired my first tattoo as well. And, not for the first time, tobacco has been ushered out of my life. That change was inspired by another first time: my first acupuncture session, which had unexpected results almost immediately, in the form of a very definite instruction to usher tobacco out of my life. Some things are overdue, but everything is in its time, and sometimes one feels worse before one feels better