A year has ended, and a new one begun. I spent the night on the banks of the Russian River, listening to its irresistible push to the nearby Pacific Ocean. Just before midnight I took the top photo. The moon and stars shine over the Russian, its waters brown with winter runoff.
Then in the morning I woke to mysterious fog lying on the river. Rousting myself, I walked along the river toward its mouth, where clear, cold air and the mighty Pacific greeted me. I found a half-empty champagne bottle from the previous night’s celebration.
Flocks of birds rose into the air as the sun hit the rocks that mark the River’s meeting with the ocean.
I let the waves wash over my feet, despite the frigid air, and the cobwebs of the year that passed cleared away. I looked out onto the crystalline coast, and felt a fresh breeze hit my face. It was a New Year!
Happy New Year to all the people of this beautiful world!