New Year in Mid-Winter

I've said it before but I always find it strange to proclaim a "New Year" in the middle
of the hardest, coldest time of the year. It is the hibernating time, the time for reflection - not because we're looking back over the "old" year and starting a new one. But rather tracing the pathways of how we got to this place - Now - over the past many months and years and times preceding even this past year. And wondering as it curves away, out of sight - what the ever changing, new horizon will bring. Is it possible to start laying new paths in the dark of night, in the deep of winter before the dawn of spring appears?

Well, Happy New Year.