Last night was the start of Rosh Hashanah.
It is a solemn holiday. A time of reflection.
The time to ask forgiveness for a year’s worth of sins.
The time that your fate for the upcoming year is said to be decided – which, by the way, scared me to death as a child. I kept looking up at that sky. Hoping I would be added to “the book of life.”
The time to celebrate with apples and honey.
La Shonah Tova.