Sleet arrived today. The first sleet of the season, portender of snow. Soft slushy mixtures of wet water and flakes of ice in the process of melting, falling on my head and cheek and nose, and telling me that nothing and nobody can break the cycling of the planet around the sun; or of the sun around the galaxy; or of the galaxy around its neighbours; or of everything around everything else. Nothing. As sleet arrives and slides down the surface of my nose.