It was early. Much too early to be up on New Year’s Day. But with dogs, some things cannot wait. We walked the path as always. It was quiet. Very quiet. Only the geese flying overhead in the background. It was cold but not bitter cold like it had been. Still the droplets hung there on the trees. Hanging and shining in the coming sunlight. You stand there for a moment and breathe it in. The stillness, the beauty, everything seemingly suspended in time, allowing you to take a big breath and sigh, to drop your shoulders, to take in a quiet moment. It’s here. Another day. Another year. Another moment not to be forgotten in the chaos of it all.