Out of time

I wanted to post about the past year, but run out of time. We are flying to Berlin tomorrow in the early morning (what possessed me to book 7:40 am flight when it will take us at least 1.5 hrs to get to the airport?). Maybe next year will be a better one for regular thoughtful blogging. Have fantastic New Year celebration! And here is the quote that summarises how I feel about the year past:

Every life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, without caring to know where he is. Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older. While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the landscape on either bank seems to change. But then come the cataracts of life. They are firmly fixed in memory, and even when we are past them and far away, and draw nearer and nearer to the silent sea of eternity, even then it seems as if we heard from afar their rush and roar. We feel that the life-force which yet remains and impels us onward still has its source and supply from those cataracts.
MEMORIES. A Story Of German Love. From The German Of Max Muller by George P. Upton