“We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.” Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Sing a song on high Legend of the blue sky clan Totem electric
Warning flags flying Rip currents, jellyfish, sharks Fun day at the beach
High above the clouds Breathe in pure, rarefied air Child of the wind
High in a blue sky I spy with my little eye A child’s pastel moon
On a cloudless day, Under an unlimited ceiling, A skein flew in perfect formation Strafing the shorebirds with taunts From their lofty height, Flaunting their superior aerial agility
The New Year is like a misty, foggy day at the beach. You can see what's right before you, and barely discern what's coming in the near future, but what's way out there is lost in the hazy unknown. As you push ahead, cautiously moving forward, step-by-step, it comes into focus and isn't so daunting.