Tonight, sitting on my window seat, the room dark, the curtains pulled back and looking out over the pond with its walkway, the dark ice, the snow sitting on the pond. And beyond the pond, the windows of the condos across the way, the courtyard and the peacfulness of it all, not a soul in sight. I tried to pray. But did not believe it, did not believe that God, in all His majesty, in His great glory, would answer. And the night was dark, downstairs voices were muffled.
Tomorrow will be the last day of the old year.