Looking back in retrospect, you witness the enigmatic unfolding of this cloak of time. It doesn’t let you see ahead, but only behind into it.
Like a blindfold, you can never know the front of it. Yet you have to move forth, and you’ll only ever know what has already passed.
Some deeds good, some mistakes unintended!
And even counting day by day, nothing seems to change. By weeks, you wish. By months, probably!
But it only feels clearer when you read through the years… the tiny folds on this extending cloak.
I see it through this date. This beautiful date that has been chiseled into my very being. Mayans predicted the world to end on this, foolish them! My world starts here every year.
This date, I wish remains blessed with all the lights forever!