Back in September, I was at the boat ramp at the mouth of the Guyandotte River when I saw this guy staring into the water. He was there for several minutes. I didn't want to disturb him, as I didn't know why he was there.
Was he mourning a loss? Contemplating a big decision he would have to make? Thinking about a joyous event coming soon? Or was he examining the ripples in the water to discern a pattern? Was there an object under the water that captured his interest?
Did he want to be alone? Did he want company?
I'll never know. His thoughts were a mystery. And so, too, was 2018 and so, too, will 2019 be. We don't yet know the full impact of the events of this past year, and we have no idea of what's coming.
It's getting late. Too late to ponder the imponderables of existence. So here's hoping you had a good year and hoping 2019 will be even better.
Good night, everyone.
And Happy New Year.
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