The new year is a time for optimism.
No matter how grief-stricken, stress-inducing or just plain exhausting the 12 preceding months have been, January presents the chance to start again.
Wandering around the usually quiet beachside towns where so many of us spend the fading days of the preceding year, peoples’ faces are flushed with both sunburn and opportunity. Despite inevitable family fights over the rules of Pictionary or the ideal thickness when slicing a Christmas ham, the mood for most of us is positive.
There’s something awfully special about those lazy few days between the 25th of December and the 1st of January. Wasting away hours on an impossible 5000 piece puzzle, playing backyard cricket until it’s too dark to see the ball any longer, filling every square centimetre of stomach space and somehow still having room for one more slice of pavlova.
You get to block out the horrors of the world for a little while and relinquish the responsibilities of being an adult.
There is a renewed sense of the possible. And the possible, is good.
We are one week into 2016 and even the happy memories of luxurious sun-soaked days aren’t enough to shield us from the horrific events of this week.
Three children have been murdered at the hands of their own family members.