Hindsight Isn't 2020

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. - Thoreau

I went for a morning walk on the first day of this unused annum.

Baby New Year was crying and looking for his pacifier.

Father time was tired and wanted to sleep late.

Both needed a diaper change.

A brisk wind got in my face and demanded resolutions.

The choppy sea was green with envy.

Brown, spent leaves wrestled on the ground.

Having already defeated two snows that came and went.

Out-of-breath memories scribbled the last of their graffiti.

Last year saw plenty.

I wonder what's in store for 2020 ...

Author's Note

"Our last deed, like the young of the land crab, wends its way to the sea of cause and effect as soon as born, and makes a drop there to eternity." - Thoreau