Ringing in the New Years at Night in The Sunshine Valley

I look at my yesterdays for months past, and find them as good a lot of yesterdays as anybody might want. I sit there in the firelight and see them all. The hours that made them were good, and so were the moments that made the hours. I have had responsibilities and work, dangers and pleasure, good friends and a world without walls to live in.
— Beryl Markham