Days have followed days during the pandemic but during the holidays we at least never signed into work. Instead we cleared some space in our cluttered home. Space that we soon will fill with memories salvaged from my mother’s house. In less than one month the house where I spent my childhood will have new owners, and other children will call it their home. In less than a month I will be sixty years old.
Like the mirrors of the lake, ends are like beginnings.
on New Year’s day —
even the wilted reeds
Today we open the bar again at dVerse with a haibun Monday hosted by Lilian. The theme today is New Year, and with New Years day also being a kigo I thought about some transitions that I’m going through right now.
January 4, 2021