We gathered at the labyrinth at noon on this unseasonably warm New Year's Eve. We walked to give thanks for this year that has passed. We walked to contemplate the new year to come. Our individual paths woven together like a beautiful tapesty as happens in day-to-day life. Sometimes we travel in the same direction. Sometimes quite the opposite. But kindred travelers on the journey, nonetheless. Only one way in. Only one way out. And all in it together.