The air is still an atmosphere of mist, although sweeter and a bit fresher than that of last year. I’m old enough to remember ten hours ago, late December back in 2020, as The Four Seasons might say. I remember the world shared a collaborative exhale of 2020 and deep inhale of 2021. Personally, I am profoundly relieved and humbled to greet this new year, measured and optimistic at the prospect of seeing what fortuity life may still hold.
“Sometimes, I can see the future stretched out in front of me – just as plain as day. The future hanging over there at the edge of my days. Just waiting for me.” Lorraine Hansberry