On the edge.

The year starts.
New year.
Chinese new year.
His birthday.
My birthday.

Here comes the year at work.
Here comes Mardi Gras.
Here comes life, full pelt.

The warm nights, the sounds of the city, the insects, the promise of noise and lights and people.

I love this time of year.
When it feels like we're at the tick-tock tipping-point.
The click of the frogs in the backyard are sounding like the dripping of water. One more drop and the wheel spins around.

Hope this year's a good one.
Feels like it's going to be a lot of hard work, but a lot of things will get done.
Feels good from here.