Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow ....

New Year’s Eve revelers began to assemble as the sun was setting on the last day of the final month of the indescribable year 2020. It was a gathering of kindred spirits who seem to abide by the rules of Nature and to enjoy roaming free from birth to death.

Dare I be so cliché to say it?

Why not?

Willie Shakespeare through the voice of Macbeth:

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.