What a poor thing a calendar year is! What is, is a living, flowing, unbroken circle of seasons and activities. We kill it, straighten it out like a dead strip of leather, with holes punched every thirty days. We tie on this leash ourselves, and then complain that we are not free!
Anyway, 2022 has passed, leaving these memories...
First, the unchanging, the forever - the rolling hills, the magic mountains beyond them.
My trusty little car, that is as happy as me to drive 12 hours nonstop to get to them.
our little shrine...
Then, the things that change... the seasons
the dusks and dawns...
So here I am, setting off again, in another new year
looking forward to meet all my old friends again.
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