It is the evening of another beautiful day, this one an inner, reflective one, after the loving communion of the weekend, the spirit of celebration and honoring of nature in all its forms. It is a time of transition as each of us folds up one year, and unfolds the next.
For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding"
May it be so!