McClelland

I'm thinking about beginning my new year's resolutions in February instead, and using the month of January to plan and prepare. However, I'm worried some of my goals cannot wait. Things are strange and desperate right now. Prolonging the inevitable isn't going to make me feel any better. Does today mark a new start? Hope with me.

In the Fall I shed. I molt. I slip off what has been and wait for an untouched me.

It's going to snow. I can smell it.

Everyone in the Northern Virginia area, ever since the snowpocolypse last year, flips their shit at the mention of any sort of precipitation. Perhaps if I was gainfully employed, I would be packing up my laptop and various documents so I could work from home if the storm hit hard. Or I could be joining the hoardes at the grocery store (buying milk, bread and toilet paper) and the gas station. All in a tizzy to prepare for bad weather, slaves to their pre-packaged weekday routines.

But, alas. I am not.

I slow down instead. My heart beats steady, my breathing is deep. It's almost painful to stay so still. But underneath those quiet waters, blanketed by snow and ice, lies the skeleton of a woman in love. She's waiting.

I think it's time.

I started a blog. p0ppet.blogspot.com/

Hope everyone's had a good holiday season so far.

"I've lived to bury my desires, and see my dreams corrode with rust. Now all that's left are fruitless fires, that burn my empty heart to dust."
- Aleksandr Pushkin