This is the New Year

It’s only 3:18 on a Sunday afternoon,
but I’m watching the sun slowly sink
Dead set in winter
the quiet broken by Band of Horses
singing to me of life and love and sadness

Time seem so long at the beginning
But it’s never as long as it seems
The gifts you make sometimes go ungiven
Did you take enough pictures?
And I wonder.

This is the New Year.
Just like the song, just like the song
and I would love to have someone
to give the world
(and my world) to

It will be full
Good books, laughter, tea
The wedding of friends and the birth of babies
It will change
and so will I