"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that."
Annie Dillard
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Sunday, January 1, 2023
2023!
The new year padded in on little cat feet, like the fog in Sandburg's poem. It swirled in with the firework smoke that clouded my view of the Christmas lights extravaganza behind us.
It rang in on the Westminster chimes of the mantel clock, working again for the first time in decades.
And now, almost nine hours into 2023, we're having a peach of a morning, sun-softened, bright with promise.