Take a breath and it's 2015

New Year's Eve has never been about partying for me. Honestly, I'd rather just go to bed early and hibernate until the following New Year's Eve. I don't care for the TV specials, the entertainment, the company, or the staying up "late." That part lost its splendor during college when midnight became the hour I began to consider going back to my dorm to have a snack, watch a movie, and eventually get around to my homework before class started at 8 the next morning. I've never even kissed someone at the stroke of midnight.

No, I don't care much for the festivities, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy New Year's Eve. I do.

I love the New Year's holiday because it is like a comma, a breath between something that came before and something very connected that comes after.

A favorite poem of mine bears mentioning here. Alfred Tennyson wrote the poem. Maybe you've heard of it; it's called Ring Out, Wild Bells. If you're interested, you can read the whole work on Wikipedia (Ring Out, Wild Bells). It urges us to do away with the world's problems (poverty, class warfare, pride, greed, etc.) and replace them with love, peace, and joy. Really, give it a read sometime.

While wishing for world peace makes for a beautiful and noble poem, what has always struck me is the powerful images that come into my mind when I read lines like these.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go.

What kind of powerful images? Images like this one.

Snow House 06

This is my actual backyard as it appears right now on New Year's Eve. It is quiet. It is still. It is calm.

As I look out at it, I can almost hear 2014 tiredly exhaling its final breaths. Quiet. There they go, whispering up to join the winter wind.

It's dying. The year is over, what's done is done. Let it go. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Allow the frosty air to invigorate your lungs with anticipation.

It's 2015.

Happy New Year


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