Five hours to go before I enter the new year in my part of the world.
I have never made resolutions. I hate anything writ in stone. I am not writ in stone.
Sometimes I am a wave swelling in someone's sea; or a chip of wood floating by; or a shaky canoe taking someone to a destination; or a pebble lying at the bottom of the river bed who no diver, no shark, not even the algae care to disturb.
Sometimes I am silence to another's noise; a whisper to a ear; a voice to deafness!
Sometimes I am the breeze in the summer heat; the wind at a shut window; a sand-storm in the desert.
Sometimes I am a moment in someone's time; a passing phase in a life; a lapse of memory in nostalgia.
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As I plan to get myself some tea -- yes, it is such pleasure to plan the little things in life -- I think about this quote which I will leave you with as you, whoever you are, enter another year, another phase, another journey...
“Now you understand the Oriental passion for tea," said Japhy. "Remember that book I told you about the first sip is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy.” Jack Kerouac