Today is 31st.
Hopped in to a tram (well they do still run on this side of the woods , you know) just to pacify the travel bug hit corner of my brain. Just to see what I could capture on a last day of the year . Along the way I could not help but pondering "Is it different from any other day?"
Anyhow, following is what I got.
In a way it might not make any sense at all , but on the other hand like an unexpected 3rd line of a otherwise puzzling haiku , it just might make all the sense .
For guadian angels.
For happy vallies
To see her blushed pink.