2015: The Year of Being Afraid

The fire outside
It is December and I am in New York and I don’t have to wear a coat and people tell me that this is because it’s the end times. Roses are blooming on Christmas, they say. What else could it be but a sign of certain doom. Ok, but also: Who knew the apocalypse would feel so much like an early summer day?
Twelve months in, it’s hard to remember exactly how this year began, but it’s easy to see how quickly it developed its theme; 2015