Twenty thirteen. Unlucky thirteen? Or extra-lucky thirteen?
We are all weary of this tired, raggedy, endless economic gloom. It's been like a pea-soup fog obscuring the sun for, oh, too many years now. Cut-backs, layoffs, homes lost, dreams deferred or forgotten. Everyone knows someone touched by ill fortune. Sure, it won't change with New Year's resolutions, but maybe the fiscal winter's drip-slow thaw will pick up a little speed.
Yet.....I cannot help it. New years, new mornings, new blank pages to write, new outlooks. They bring out the optimist in me. It's 2013 and today the sun broke through in Portland. Brilliant on the bare glistening forest. Harbinger of things to come?
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