We walked around the Pond on the afternoon of New Year's Eve, a quiet gray day. There was the merest touch of snow in some places and the thinnest sheet of ice on one side of this cove. We've had very little snow so far this winter; I miss it.
It's been years since we felt like going out to the First Night festivities on New Year's Eve. We like to stay home in the evening. Peter joined me in looking back over 2016 by scrolling through my hundreds of photos and my calendar.
Later I lit many candles, and we hoped for the best as the year turned.
