New year’s day is an odd day. Always have been as far as I can remember. It is like if the clock was having a—24 hours—break. Everything around seems quieter, softer. The light itself today was a soft depressing grey. Even the problems have vanished, probably waiting for us somewhere in a never-to-be tomorrow.
Et même mon cerveau semble faire une pause : pourquoi qu’j’écris en anglais, moi ?!?
Happy nouvelle année, Heureux New Year donc 😉