I loved going to bookstores after Christmas to browse through the calendar shelves. There I always found inspiring images and messages. I would bring home new hopes.
Two years in a row, I missed this routine. I was in the hospital keeping mom company during the last days of 2019. I stayed home, following COVID protocol, this time around. Still, I managed to find new calendars online.
When I woke up on the first morning of 2021, I realized that time was passing indifferently. Everything that challenged us continued to exist. I was disappointed. Looking at the snowy image and the large print “January 2021” on my wall, I told myself to be patient and be hopeful.
In a few more months, things will begin to turn around. Next year this time, it is entirely possible that New York will be a vibrant city full of creative energy.