What other way to greet the end of a relentless year than with relief? And also with happiness that it’s over; and with a hope that I won’t encounter another like it again.
I spent long hours in unhappy places over the past 12 months and, despite this, happy hours in others.
Today I’m thinking of the better times: my niece’s birthday party, a nightcap with my wife on the terrace underneath Sacré-Cœur Basilica, and, most of all, the warm afternoons in June spent with my mother at Johnstown Castle.
I am writing this thousands of miles from those places, remembering and looking forward. To everything there is a season and surely the next season will be better than the last.
Until I find out, happy new year.