The end of 2018 is nearly upon us – a year that, in a few respects, I’m happy to be putting behind me, although it has been, on balance, a good year for us. I am, however, stunned at the speed with which time seemed to rush by (faster and faster with each passing year).
As usual, though, I’ll save my annual philosophizing for my New Year’s post on Tuesday. And in the meantime, I’ll leave you with these words from TS Eliot:
”For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.”
Photo of the unexpected morning snow, Sunday, December 30, 2018..