It’s pouring rain here on New Year’s morning, and I’m taking that as an excellent omen. Please, wash all that yuck from the last year (or two) away.
This year, I wish you love. I wish you peace. I wish you stability. I wish you reprieve. I wish you a turn for the better. I wish you success.
May the returning light of the sun show us a better world with every passing day.
~Z
The Spider's Masque 