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.

 
 
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