Beyond the first falling of snow, the trees glisten with icicles adorning their barren limbs. A pail sun hides behind clouds as it seeks rest from a seasonal journey. Sleep cloaks the land as things long for renewal. The earth moves slowly towards an apex where night out weighs the day. The long shadow is cast and the stage is reset for a new play to begin. The old year comes to end and gives way to new possibilities. Many will set forth lofty goals only to crash to the earth as a single snowflake lightly touching down. Then evaporating into the air as if it never was. Let a call go out that will echo among the snow covered peaks, a resolution shall be made, to simply do better than before and be of some help to another. Thus a resolution is made that perhaps we can keep.