I passed up a side-street, fusty with hesternal excitements of yesteryear

[seedsandsoil]

Flowers don't bloom any differently just because a new year has begun. Clouds move at the same pace whether it's a new day or a new century. Yet for humans these convenient markers along the trail of life are quite
convenient.

We brood about what happened yesterday. We plan things for the next week. And with a new year, we feel our knapsack of time is replenished. Again. What we missed doing last year we might be able to accomplish this time.

So here's to the new year, and more importantly, to the passing of time in all of its interpretations and applications.