To the end of a journey that has only just begun
To the peeling of bells that have only just rung out the news of new and never before seen or heard or lived before.
To the yearnings that become beginnings and the sparks that become fires.
To the embers that glimmer yet somehow warm and light a cold and dark world.
To the forward march into the unknown wood where dragons await and treasures lay.
To the virtues found through the labors and love and faith that forges the way.
To journeys into the past to commune with the beloved lost with whom we long to reunite.
To the tears and tears in rended hearts that at once open and seal wounds that never fully mend.
To the bold and to the beautiful.
To the quiet and the thoughtful.
To all that glitters and to all the shimmers.
To all that rusts and creaks and seeks the loving touch of a gentle hand.
To all that weeps and wanders and twists and turns and grips and gathers us together again.
To all that lies ahead. To all that came before.
To life. To 2024.
