I had a bright blue sky and fifty degree weather for my first walk of the last day of 2021. The sun vanished a few hours later, but the start of the day was closer to spring than winter, and I felt as though I'd walked out into an April day, bright with all the promise of spring. My spirits have flagged this week, but on this morning all I felt was the hope of spring and the possibility of better days in 2022.
My wish for all of Buttercupland is just those intangibles, hope and possibility. They may be fleeting, as the sunshine was this morning, but it's also what will propel us through dark days that may be yet to come. I'm reminded of the French writer, Albert Camus, writing in the 194O's: "In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer."
The new year has almost arrived in the United States and has already begun in Europe, Asia, Africa and Australia and New Zealand. For all who have already celebrated and all who are yet to celebrate, every wish for happy, healthy, and for hope, possibility and an invincible summer.
I'll be back tomorrow -- next year -- with my perfect word for 2022. I hope you'll stop by to continue the celebration.
As ever, thanks for visiting and have a glad new year.