traffic pattern change

The first post of the New Year feels abit like walking in fresh, untrampled snow, or like writing in new scribblers at the beginning of a school year. I love beginnings, and the New Year has always been a favourite. Not in a party or resolution making sort of way, but in a joyous, anticipatory sort of way. This year was different and I drooped dejectedly off to bed before the old year was completely spent. Things didn't look a whole lot brighter in the morning but by mid-day I had recovered my equilibrium. The setting sun on New Year's day would have melted a heart of stone. Such a blaze of glorious color. The air was crisp and as fresh as the alpine.
Driving home from work this afternoon I noticed a sign remaining from a recent road project. Traffic pattern change, it cautioned. It seemed a good warning for the New Year. Change is guaranteed. It's gratitude that's the option.