Resolutions

The term has sung its last note. Its end colours the turn of the season, and vice versa. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that resolutions in the negative, that is, beginning with I will not, only empty over time, like autumnal branches and their radiant but disloyal associates. Negative resolutions are not true resolutions, for a renunciation on its own is like a departure without a destination. Even wanderlust is, to an extent, decidedly purposive. But like wintry days are an invitation to bide one's vigour for the promise of spring and beyond, my resolutions, I hope, will cease to be holdovers of past sins but instead become ends towards a greater end.