2014.
It was the best of years. It was the worst of years. It was a dark and stormy year. It was a year that, I found myself lost in dark wood, unsure of which way to go. It was a year I struggled to write anything vaguely original. It was a year with whimpers, and bangs. Drought and rain. Smoke and flame. Pleasure and pain. Loss and gain. Oats and grain. England vs. Spain.
It was a year with no name! (Except in China, it was the year of the horse.)
It was a year I would have given my kingdom for a horse, now that I think of it.
A year I kind of brushed up on Shakespeare. And Dante. And Dickens.
It was a year I’m happy to appreciate the meaning of all’s well that ends well.
And a year that ends with hope for the next, because of the love that moves the sun and stars.
Happy New Year!
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