Our weekend was sunny and warm, quiet and sweet. Moving from one year to the next came simply, without resolutions, toasts or horns. Well, the neighborhood teens did fill the air with whoops, shouts and hollers, but it was fun listening to them celebrate in the darkness.
Erin and I took a long walk yesterday with the dog she is minding. Considering the old and the new, we walked along the Aqueduct and ended up at historic Lyndhurst in Tarrytown. A perfect day finished with a delicious dinner she cooked for us and appropriately, a replay of the entire season of Downton Abbey. Happy new year!
Cherishing the past, welcoming the future, here's to all good things ahead!