The year is coming to an end, they tell me. Another one ticked off the list. Many will look back; still others will look forward. Some will tally regrets; some will make promises; some will set goals and tasks. But really, if you want to change and choose it, you will. An artificial marker denoting a new beginning will make little difference. I envy my dog. He welcomes each day with the same demeanor: he’s happy for the opportunity, he’s attentive to the moment. Provided food, water, shelter, and loving attention he worries not about the day, or the date.
Except Sunday. Sunday is hike day. He can smell it in the air and becomes another dog altogether.