This afternoon it’s warm. All peoplespeaks are finished. Friends and family are comforting memories. Hope enters as the curtain parts. She and I are alone during these precious moments. Yesterday’s sledge ride melts as the now enters. There are glorious stones to be cut, settings to be cast, pages of heartfelt music to be written, abstract paintings waiting to be born, acts of kindness at every turn, and a host of obligations to be fulfilled. The process called “living” is reborn in thought and with your help Ms. Hope, we’ll begin again. Happy New Year to all.