My friend Charles had me up at his place for the new year in the Hudson River Valley. It is the kind of snow-filled winter paradise the Marlboro Man would have galloped through in his sexy, brooding kind of way before keeling over from too much fresh air with his emphasema. It was that kind of beautiful.
We took a walk and passed through an old cemetary. These places have a stirring kind of beauty in the snow I find. For me they evoke "circle of life" thoughts where I appreciate that people were here before me and they will be here after. My takeaway is "live it now, brother, because it is really bloody short!"
And I have to say these days up here with Charles I felt that I was.
What a wonderful start to the new year.