This is what we do at New Year. We don’t stay up late, we get up early and go to Bakewell and feed the ducks and geese before anyone else is awake. This is our new year ritual. It’s quiet and real and hopeful.
I wish you a 2013 that contains love and hope, both quiet, everyday things that make this harsh world bearable, often beautiful, and certainly easier to navigate and survive.
(Gosh, I am in a serious mood, today.)