Omnia Mutantur, Nihil Interit.
from the Latin- Ovid
We are ending a year; we are starting a year. A year from now, we will all be a year older. Change is the breeze that does not ebb and time its windsock, the windchime that reminds us of its presence. Sometimes fierce, sometimes subtle but it is all around us: omnipresent.
Years from now I will likely forget the names of many of my peers here, as I have forgotten the names of friends and families. I will not forget the kind words they have sent to me and the work they have posted here. Both stay with me and resonate within me
I am grateful to each and all of you
Let us all make the best of our new time in our New Year.
e.