Goodbye and good riddance 2015. I am not sad to see you slip away and become the past. But thank you for the bright spots like my little family. For those three yellow circles we found leaning impossibly in the air in High Park. For the clouds of cherry blossoms. For the goldfinches that we watched feed one another. For the heart of barf my cat left me. For reminding me that if I look hard enough, I might find another direction to take. And for all the wild skies.