Last night we took the kids outside at midnight to look at the impossibly bright stars. Orion stood waiting on our doorstep and Canis Major leaped about the yard, urging us out. We stood together in pajamas and robes and boots, listening to the silence of a new year. And from the lake, or from Duluth, or from the docks, we could hear a ship giving multiple blasts on its horn -- not loud, but friendly, a promise.
It felt like things were turning. Slowly, like a loaded ore boat headed for Escanaba, but turning. Turning better.