A new year.
We enter hesitantly, but forward we must go.
And for once, I’m hoping the snow won’t melt.
Let us be soothed by its powdery softness and bright whiteness.
Let’s watch children dig tunnels in the heaps left at the side of the road.
Working from home has freed me from the hassle of commuting in a blizzard and, all of a sudden, I’m in no hurry to get anywhere.
I have time to see the colors and enjoy.