As probably everyone is writing about today, it is New Year’s Eve, the last day of this dumpster fire called 2020, and tomorrow is the first day of the new year 2021. I wasn’t particularly excited for this day because it’s not like everything is going to go away at midnight, like what happened to Cinderella at the ball, only good. New Year’s Eve seems unnecessarily weighty, especially this year. However, of course there is hope; there is a sense of newness and possibility, which inspired this tanka for MLMM’s Heeding Haiku. The photo is from exactly one year ago. Let’s hope we can start writing in cafés again! 😀
A quiet New Year:
Silent midnight strikes and strokes,
Much remains the same —
Whisper of flipped calendar
Nevertheless holds promise
Eventually it may all work out well. Happy New Year~
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I share your concerns. I think the world is hoping for too much from 2021.
Still, happy new year 🤞
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Midnight probably won’t change things, but happy new year anyway!
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hopes to cope
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What is life without faith? Happy New Year!
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