The new year will begin with a full moon, a migraine, a stomach infection. It will begin with a hive desiccating a little every day. It will begin with a hungry cat.
The new year will be smaller, with fewer things to do that will, all the same, appear to be undoable.
No. The new year will contain within it all the predictions that will fail, no better than they did before.
In a few hours, I will not magically begin to write, write better, more, more efficiently.
In a few hours from this beautiful morning, there will be another one that I might sleep through, but more likely that I will watch from out my window, as I usually do.
Happy 2018!
The new year will be smaller, with fewer things to do that will, all the same, appear to be undoable.
No. The new year will contain within it all the predictions that will fail, no better than they did before.
In a few hours, I will not magically begin to write, write better, more, more efficiently.
In a few hours from this beautiful morning, there will be another one that I might sleep through, but more likely that I will watch from out my window, as I usually do.
Happy 2018!
1 comment:
A happy, happy new year to you. And your Mom. And S. And whether you write in the morning or not, you write so beautifully. Love.
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