All the optimism

That is what a new year is for. It recharges you. It causes introspection. Last night the scattering of fireworks was as exuberant as ever and so close to home. My mother could literally look up from the plantation chair on the patio. Wine flute in hand, the spray of gold and purple burst around her and we felt a sense of elation and sadness at once. The night before she had called out my dad's name in her sleep. She woke up certain that he was in the room. This year the recovery may be slow or may not, but 2020 will loom in the back of our thoughts as so much was learned. So, so much was unexpected. But amidst all of that, I appreciated and I am grateful for the time I was given to dream, because this year is the year to implement much of it. There are two thousand and twenty-one possibilities.