Crossing. Crossing the road. Stop. Look both ways. Make sure there is no oncoming traffic. When it is clear, proceed.
January is a month of crossing from one calendar, one year, to the next.
People crossing their fingers for good luck.
There is the physical and emotional crossing. The physical we do all of the time, crossing from one place to another. The emotional is when we make decisions that change our lives. We have crossed over to a new path.
The nice language, the Orwellian language for dying and death is “crossing over.” When a family pet died last year, everyone talked about “crossing the rainbow bridge”. Where the now dead continue on is a matter of faith or not.
Where else in like is there a crossing?