Resolve

It's that time of the year again.

That inter-year period, when the last, remaining members of the old year are slowly dying out, but the new ones have not yet been lit. This is a time of peace. And of silence.

The last year was not a year I'm particularly planning to remember in the long run. It was depressing, in many little (and indeed, sometimes huge) ways. Encounters with Death and all his friends. Personal losses and not-too-pleasant revelations.

Artifice.

But all that is dying out in the wee hours of this new dawn.I'm looking forward to changes, both personal and public ones. I'm looking forward to action, I feel strangely restless this year.To shaking off this sense of ennui, of claustrophobia.Yes, it's that time of the year again.