I took a trip up to Cambridge, Massachusetts to visit Harvard. It was a delightful visit - one that left me happy, sad, and reflective. I commemorated the journey by buying a small book of Haiku - from the Everyman Literary Pocket Poets. One poem in particular struck me:
The hinge of the year
Holding up candles in church
Lighting up our breaths
In particular, it was that phrase 'hinge of the year' which caught my attention. I have heard many other ways to describe the end of the year, that period of yule, the turning of the wheel. This one was a new expression, and perhaps my favorite yet. Hinge so adequately captures that rush from old to new, finish to start, closed to open. We are beginning that time here quite soon. Thanksgiving begins the dizzying dance of yearend.