This morning dawned gray and subdued, streetlamps shining on wet streets, sun hidden. A quiet morning, and an oddly settled and grounded one, few cars on the streets, rain drops splattering the windshield. Not the desert’s usual welcoming of the new year, but a right and true enough one.
Whatever the new year means to you (my own new year began in September, and yet this feels like a new year too, in different ways), hope it’s true and right and joyous too.
Mirrored from Desert Dispatches: Wordpress Edition.