First, 2019 wasn't nearly long enough. It's a trait this year shares with its recent predecessors and will, I fear, share with its successors, too. On the other hand, the year didn't drag with direness so I can't complain.
It's a year that saw increasing dissension and partisanship, in our country and others, and I worry that 2020 will be worse in that regard.
Then there is the almost 70-degree high predicted for today and all that stands for in terms of climate change and environmental health.
As I look out my window at the bird feeder and the sparrows clustering around it, though, I see a balm for much of what ails us — our dear old Earth, which grows more precious by the hour.