It's still Christmas in Assynt Road

I don't know if it still lights up at night, I've never looked. The snow has suddenly melted. The bins are all in their wee fenced coralls. I've spent the day so far on writing related stuff. I've finished my new short story. I'm always amazed that I seldom have to think about an ending. It just happens. Perhaps they are not tidy endings., a bit raggedy. But life is like that.