We rise, undaunted, into 2024. No matter what it brings to us, we have hope.
Seek out what is good, what is true, what is incorruptible. Bring forth beauty in all it’s ineffable forms. Deny those who would espouse a world of gray futility or of black despair. This is not the future. There is, yet, another rising of the sun, another swirl of seasons in a panoply of color and joy and the ringing of children’s laughter to bring in the New Year. When the ashes settle after the fires, the soil is nourished and rich green growth springs up again, in time.