Mid-November, mid-thought, mid-memory, mid-morning, mid-day, mid-night — it is time to celebrate the middle of things.

Beginnings can be so fraught with expectation and perhaps a dash of unease. Endings arrive at the exit, a place inhabited by backward glances and a tinge of ennui.

But middles lean another way, neither backward nor forward, they teeter on a basket of forgiveness and hope. But be forewarned, they are a fleeting phenomenon. So keep them safe and close at hand.