England's Lane

by Joseph Connolly

  I, though, am not the person to run away from change. From anything. I couldn’t. And I know that the most pointless and fruitless thing of all would be if ever I should attempt to run away from myself—as on occasion, if only fleetingly, has been tempting in the past—because I am so very aware that in no time at all I should so very effortlessly catch myself up. And so … along with every other living soul, I simply await the coming of another new year, and all that it brings to me. Quite undaunted, and ready to embrace it. For by now I am a more than capable woman.