The years are like the showers that we weathered waiting for sunset one November day on the Oregon coast. You stand one moment with the sun on your face, gazing out at the tempest brewing over the breakers, lost in thought, lost in the moment, and the next instant the rain is upon you. You scurry about, grab the kids, put the food away, cover your head, find a bit of shelter and then in an instant it's gone. One after the other they come until you're used to the rhythm.
And we amongst ourselves find reason to complain, to resent the showers from coming too quickly, or too slowly, or else for coming at all. When those waves fail to come, when one day all memory of 2015 fails me, I hope the one thing that lingers is the sound of my wife and my boys sleeping soundly close by as the rain from the cold heart of the Pacific pelts its song on the canvas and lulls me back to sleep.
My best to you and yours and have a happy and healthy 2016.