It's a cold and cloudy start to 2016, a day that could actually be called wintry after so many warm ones. The sun, still timid, is lost in the clouds. The trees arch bravely over a newly cleared backyard.
I've spent hours reading and writing and thinking about this new year, what it might offer, how I might shape it. And now, I'll do what I usually do when I've thought too much: I'll lace up my shoes, grab my iPod and take to the streets. A walk — that's what will make this first day right.