December

this time of year is strange for me. in a matter of days there’ll be two whole years between me and that world. two years since hugging the family I found there, the stories and pass times we shared in the sanctuary we found in our sleepy bonfire town. six years since Lou’s passing. another birthday to dread, another year ends. time’s ruthlessness personified in a string of anniversaries lurking at the end of each calendar I’ll find in my Christmas stocking every 25th of December.

I did little of what I hoped I might, and I wish these seasons could slow down. it’s all a little too fast. <<