It is a beautiful thing to stand between one year and the next. The passage in time by years puts such a fine point on one’s life. Although it may often seem as if years crawl by, it never seems so when you’re at the end of one.
I love the discarding process nature gives us each fall as she sheds her leafy last year’s clothing and waits, naked, to be clothed again. So now we stand naked before a New Year. Spring always comes and clothes us with her finery, and so we pop a cork, or sing a song and mark the passing of another year, confident that better things are to come.
I love the trust we have in the seasons, almost as if Someone were making sure they are so. I believe He is.