Melancholy 1-1-11

Everywhere seemed deserted here on Lord's Point. No one was outside, and even the buoys waited listlessly for new owners. Maybe everyone was inside, busily framing and enacting new behavioral resolutions, or mulling wistfully over the year just past. As someone who lives always in the present moment, such forward- and backward-looking activities are alien to me. Every day is a day of fresh opportunity like every other. Yet all day I seemed unable to gather momentum (activation energy, perhaps) for any movement, either forwards or backwards. Maybe there is something to this new year pause after all.