It's just shy of midnight in my time zone and I find myself at the edge of night.
The turning hands of the clock bring this chaotic, pandemic, locked-down, short-changed year to close. It has been a year of severe ups and downs for so many in this world and I am grateful to be safe.
I'm re-learning which way is up and I am standing on my own two feet tonight. Gazing out the window into the semi-void... listening to the wind... my verbal processing on silent mode while the house sleeps...
What will this new year bring forth? What shall I give it in return? What do I have to share with others? How can I illuminate the way for others to find their own way past the edge of night? Keep writing... keep writing...
It's just after midnight in my time zone and I find myself at the precipice of dawn.
~H.