December

It's time to close out the year, fold up the maps we made to get through it, shut the account books full of our deeds and our misdeeds, and tuck up in cozy blankets to contemplate the freshness of an entire new year, like a shiny penny ready to spend. A year goes a lot farther than a penny these days. They tell me the years speed up. I'm still naive enough to think I can slow them down by paying attention to the things that matter to me (hint, those things change, and I look back on the past decade and wonder why I wasn't looking in a different direction).

( But never mind all that. )