Goodbye old year

We're making the trek over the snowy mountains today for a belated holiday celebration. The driving conditions look OK. We haven't been to the Twisp house since October, so a very different scene awaits.

The Promise

Remember, the time of year
when the future appears
like a blank sheet of paper
a clean calendar, a new chance.
On thick white snow
You vow fresh footprints
then watch them go
with the wind’s hearty gust.
Fill your glass. Here’s to us. Promises
made to be broken, made to last.

By, Jackie Kay