Becoming a string of words: sentence; becoming a string of sentences: paragraphs; becoming a string of paragraphs: thought. Like lights strung along buildings or the bridges flying above them, we are creatures lined up to serve our best interests, purpose. The days are shotgun blasts that spray the sponge that is brain with quite a load. To begin again is to end anew. I suppose then I’ll welcome this year into my well-lit head.