One count down ends and another begins

There is a magic to that ol’ eleventh hour – crisis looming, clock ticking down and all that.

Just when it seems the wheels of negotiations have ground to such a halt that no force on Earth could possibly start them moving again, just when there is utter and universal certainty that no mere mortal could ever scry a solution, then, as the clock hand wavers and begins to tick that last tock, the air is suddenly sprinkled with the magic dust of “now or never�, the hose of “get’er done� is opened wide and all our problems vanish while even the memory of the urgency that so recently consumed us is washed away.



jriley@digbycoourier.ca