If your mind runs to the metaphorical, you might think -- as I do -- that this is a most appropriate image to usher out this awful year.
It's not a tunnel, exactly, but a typical New York scaffolding with steam and dirty snow is a good substitute. And I don't know if we'll reach that distant square of light in 2021, or if I'll still be writing about a hoped-for return to normalcy a year from now.
For now, I'm just happy to have made it this far. By far the best view of 2020 will be in the rearview mirror.