The dark winter sky beyond the clouds begins to burn a deep shade of blue. Patches of snow reflect the increasing light as if each crystal was itself illuminated. Farms and fields sit still, covered in a soft layer of frost, waiting patiently. The lines bounce off the hood, one, then another, then another, in an eternal flashing pattern. My seat rumbles and sways with the texture below as the wind plays its lullaby. Perhaps, not so different from what my parents will soon enjoy on their flight to visit the prairie relatives as I return home to put myself to sleep. It is this day I have witnessed. This new year I have birthed. In pleasant company I did lay 2007 to rest, and in perfect solitude I welcomed 2008. It will be a good one, to be sure.
For I am awaiting a multitude of unknowns. Some that have been planned in advance, and others that have developed over the past few months, or less. Some will challenge me and teach me, and some will surprise me. I will find joy, and I will find heartache. These things, I know.
A new light, a new year, a new perspective.
