Blink. Another year passes.

We’ll soon meet family. Eat dinner. Celebrate the ball dropping with champagne and New Year’s greetings.

Just like last year.

How quickly each new one arrives. The last hours of 2018 race by. My son turned fifteen in February of this year. I finished my last Master’s +30 courses. We traveled all over Portugal in the summer.

All past. 2019 comes. And soon, it, too, will pass.

New Year

the handwritten haibun

remain untyped