I once went down to Brazil to see a total solar eclipse. For an hour everyone watched breathlessly, as the silhouette of the moon gradually ate into the sun – first biting off a little, and then finally swallowing it whole. Until four glorious minutes of totality when it felt as though we were in another world, with a strange alien light that bathed everything in eerie darkness. Then there was the second hour, when the sun gradually appeared again. But nobody cared, nobody was looking. The gradual march to normalcy went unheralded, unloved. January 2 is like that. And yet without it, how would we ever really be able to continue on, how would the new year ever truly happen?
We find this out, we find out everything.
