Maybe I do have expectations for this new year. It is meant to be a good one.
lt is meant to be productive where my writing is concerned. I have a new camera and now a new lens, both waiting to be tried out.
And there will be travel. Lots of it.
New Year’s Eve is probably one of the most peculiar days of the year. Billions of people around the world gather to witness the beginning of a new year. The calendar changes once again.
And we do so in the company of friends and family. Often in the company of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of strangers. The event is marked by fantastic fireworks.
In Berlin, before and after the fireworks, there is also a lot of banging going on. In fact, it is not exaggerated to say that it sounds as close to a war zone as is possible without it being one.
You would not believe it if you have never been here on New Year’s Eve or New Year’s Day. It’s insane. A few times last night the bangs were loud and forceful enough to rattle the windows and they did not happen right outside.
Anyway, the whole spectacle, the beautiful part of it , fascinate me every time I get to see it. The lights, the smiles and wonder on people’s faces, fireworks in all colours of the rainbow.
I stand and watch with a smile on my own face and feel curiously content. Those minutes are always filled with such hope and promise. Anything seems possible then.
We might even be able to make it so.
l hold the feeling and will continue to smile. Only in the morning l will once again acknowledge that we will forget as soon as the sun rises, or have forgotten already.
Just as we will have soon forgotten all those resolutions for this new year.
Still, l continue to hope and l will try to remember this feeling. l need it to continue my journey.
So I can continue to write.