Tonight, on my way home from the gym, I bought two bunches of daffodils, the first I have seen this year.  They’re slowly opening up, and by the morning they should be open, giving my apartment a sunny burst of yellow.  It might only be January, but I’m already thinking about 2006 as it stretches ahead of me and the pleasure of familiar cycles — winter turns to spring, which turns to summer, then on to fall, and back to winter. 

And speaking of cycles, there’s one cycle that has been somewhat neglected this past year — my bike has been sitting woefully in the corner while I’ve been out in Kismet at the beach.  Not so this year — that cycle is going to be broken.  I’ll still be out at the beach, but hope to balance it out with some more time on the bike, culminating in a Blue Marble trip to Spain in September.  I can’t wait!