Yet again another year gone by, and the lines in my hands get slightly deeper. My smile slightly cloudy, my gaze a little more worn. This world can be too much to bear at times, all the blood and beauty juxtaposed for us all in 6.1 inches, right now, this minute.

It’s been a weight this year.

And yet I can’t help but find this spirit fighting up from the depths of me, my cynicism blocking her air and pushing her down, but she keeps welling up to the top like tears, like laughter.

I can’t understand why it is our nature to fear our own selves and each other any more than I can understand the color of an orchid, the feather of a bird. And that’s it. That is all I have to give this last year. My head swimming with trees and leaves and oceans, my heart breaking on the shores noisily, in the forests silently.

The sun is magnificent when it shines.