Beginning.

Again and again and again.

Perpetually starting over.

Releasing the old and embracing the new.

Reflection in the passing of the calendar

from the past into the future.

The passage of time

Mirrored wrinkles, tired eyes.  

Where have I gone?

Wanting to hold on, wanting to keep what I have,

to stay who I am

In this minute

But this minute has already slipped into the next and

A year has gone by.

Fresh page, fresh resolutions.

New Year. Another chance to begin again.