Step one tonight, at my regular five thirty meeting. After drifting round the cycle into the etherial clouds of the back half of step twelve, it is nice to get back to something simple, concrete. Like stepping out of the overwarm diningroom after thanksgiving dinner, all that food and family and talk, onto the back porch for a bit of fresh air, to look at the day. Cool and refreshing, the air is, and as those first flakes of snow drift down, the first of the winter, it is real, clear and sharp.