Reading the Sky
Christmas Day 2004: Reading the Sky As Morag was leaving to go back to England about ten days ago, she told me she had left me a present on my desk in the bedroom. ‘Just so you’ll have something to open on Christmas morning,’ she said. When I got back from seeing her off to the airport, I noticed the beautifully wrapped package and I noticed it every day thereafter, but I didn’t open it. What’s more, I didn’t even pick it up, prod it, or shake it. I waited, as instructed, until this morning. How different, I’ve been thinking, from years gone by when I would have eagerly ransacked the house to find out what Santa had brought me! Now – probably because I’ve got just about everything I need – the urgent desire to satisfy my curiosity seems well and truly under control. And, of course, there’s also the fact that as one gets older Christmas doesn’t seem such a rare event as it used to be. When I...