happy new year

"she told me her name, the one she had chosen for herself: nadja, because in russian it's the beginning of the word hope, and because it's only the beginning." (andré breton, nadja)

i greeted the new year with my family in ohio, which was bleak and gray (just how i like it), with the occasional twenty-four-hour blizzard. the new year is enshrouded in mystery and fog, but i vow to be brave and sail ahead.