The leaves crunch underfoot as the half-frozen brook gurgles nearby.
The squirrels continue their acrobatics above, jumping from branch to branch.
Apart from the rustle of the leaves where they scrounge for fallen nuts, it is silent.
The silence of a fresh start, the silence of a new year.
A beautiful silence.
The stillness is interrupted by the lively chatter of the brook.
The water rushing between the frozen banks is music to my ears.
I love the sound of running water in the wild.
The sound of a stream, a river, a brook, gives me a deep sense of peace and tranquillity.
The water dashing over rocks, tripping over fallen branches, running towards an unseen finish line.
Is it sprinting towards a lake, an ocean, a pond, a waterfall…?
Does it matter?
No matter the destination, it is always moving forward, never backward.
So like the water I love so much, which brings serenity to my soul,
I too will look ahead; I too will move forward.
I will dash and I will trip,
And although the finish line is unseen (and hopefully still very far away),
I will continue to go towards it, enjoying every step along the way.
It is a new year.
It is a new adventure.
I wonder where the current will lead me…
Happy New Year – may 2012 be filled with love, laughter, happiness, hope, and calm waters.