Crossing

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