It may be a new year, but it’s just another day. It is not the year that gives you power, but that you’re awake for the sunrise, the sunset, the moonrise and set, or any change of light in-between. You choose your hours, but in there somewhere will be a moment. A moment so perfect–to you–that you won’t be able to breathe for the pain of it, for the wonder of it.
And so what if it’s fleeting? That’s the nature of time. It’s not a slipstream, but a boomerang. The more beautiful the moment, the harder you can hurl it and the more quickly, the more surely, it will return.