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.

The Russian River flows peacefully toward the Pacific Ocean in northern California on a misty winter morning.
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.

A half-empty champagne bottle is all that is left of New Year’s Eve celebrations, the Russian River in the background.
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!