Happy New Year!  


After bouncing between coasts, I have landed in the middle with friends.


At eight thousand feet, in Evergreen, Colorado, the New Year was ushered in at six degrees Fahrenheit.  That’s the temperature that makes snow squeak under your boots and your nostrils constrict in self defense. The air is crisp and clean, and millions of stars light up the snow, sans moon, at this altitude. 


The sad parts of missing friends are tempered by the blissful joy of being reunited again at a New Year’s Eve party, the night after a beautiful wedding at Denver’s Brown Palace. Conversations pick up right where they last left off; friendship knows no time zones.


This morning has warmed to a sunny seventeen degrees on Evergreen’s Bears Inn front steps. There’s fresh snow, it’s beautiful, people are out walking in this crisp air, and it’s a New Year.


My resolution: keep writing!  The book I’m reading now, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values, by Robert Pirsig, was rejected 121 times before being published.


It has since sold more than five million copies. 😀