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It would make more sense to me to begin a new year with a solstice or an equinox. Even a full moon would have been nice this year. And with that sentence: my first resolution of the year is to stop fantasizing that things could be different from what they are in any given moment.…
A waning gibbous moon at 9 o’clock this morning as I walk Leonard to the park and back. Crows pass overhead in noisy, staggered murders. A year ago, they would have used paused here in the neighbor’s tree – and I miss them. I miss the crows and the tree. And since the new family…
This year I learned that romjul – the time between Boxing Day and New Year’s Day – is traditionally 5 days of no holds-barred. A kind of winter Mardi Gras without the parades or brass. I have no idea if romjul is somehow related linguistically to rumspringa, but I’ve been staying up later than usual,…