A bridge at dusk seems an appropriate image for the transition from one year to another, the crossing into the untried, unknown.
May it be magical. I still remember how unspoiled and full of promise the new millennium seemed—and how quickly human greed and hatred undid its innocence.
Another year, on my other blog, I offered a poem, my End of the Millennium Way. I hope it will apply again, at this less momentous turning. I like to think I'll be renewed, to cross that bridge with eager hope for what is on the other side.
Happy New Year!
image: Niederhafen mit Blick über die Niederbaumbrücke, Heidas