monday 01.07

I pause as the cold takes a slumber in my shins, making them go numb slowly as winter makes her presence known. The landscape is barron. The leaves dead, their color faded and the smell of must surrounds. It is time for a resolution, New Year Resolution and at this point, I have none, the thinking overwhelming me as I have spent time reflecting on the year past. Enough said...as I continue to reflect on what was and what is meant to be.